Sunday, October 17, 2010

Today I Had Cereal, But No Goddamned Milk

Good afternoon, world. Its me again, your least favorite neurotic passenger in the Great Big Taxi Cab To Hell. It's been a strange day.

I decided recently that my life is comparable to shuffling through one of those gimmicky, $5-a-ticket haunted houses while under heavy sedation. And I do mean heavy. We're talking high-grade beaver tranquilizer folks. Military grade.

Gah. What the fuck am I even talking about? I think this is the result of way too much nicotine intake. Ah, the joys of just turning eighteen and surmising that just because you CAN buy cigarettes, you should. I feel like a decrepit piece of shit, and it's in the best possible way. Which is to say, the worst possible way if you're looking at the situation through a groovy, rainbow colored kaleidoscope.

But who uses kaleidoscopes anymore anyway? I'm pretty sure those died off in the middle of the decade prior, something like 2004 or 2005.

If you're still reading this I have to commend you. I'm not even writing right now; this is just my brain experiencing explosive diarrhea. The mental refuse is just so happening to splatter onto the keyboard.

In other news...

On an interesting side note, I experienced something strangely awesome the other day whilst sitting in a car with Ex-Girlfriend on the way to Sandusky.

The radio had been playing the song "Californication" by The Red Hot Chili Peppers, and the single earbud from my iPod was blasting Chopin's "Funeral March". That unusual juxtaposition was, in a word, incredible. I'd recommend it to anyone with enough free time to actually try. (read: my readers)

Well, until next time world...enjoy.

1 comment:

  1. I actually finished reading this post. Wow. Hahaha.