4 posts tagged “weird”

Eh, you're afraid to be rude because you're a nice person. That's not a problem with me and my black soul. It's like blacked cajun chicken: black and spicy.

... no seriously, where the hell does this come from?

For someone who, quite vocally, dislikes most of humanity, it's really strange how many people I tend to get along with. REALLY strange. I am very surprised I haven't cut a swatch of bloody bodies out of my way to get somewhere.

... I think this means I'm civilized.

UGH.

I'm losing my brain right now. I'm spelling things incorrectly (I had to re-write most of my last post because I spelled "smarter" in everything that I was writing. Like situatioarter. I don't know), I'm rambling like a weirdo and going on long and rather uninteresting ... diverting tracks. What are those called again?

Anyway, I thought I'd put up this warning so that when you see a slightly nonsensical comment from me, it's just my brain failing today.

Kisses! (::sigh:: I just spelled that "Kissis". I need more coffee.)

I know, I must be a master writer with my command of the language and my ability to come up with a title as descriptive and beautiful as today's.

Please, try not to rub the skin when you reach out to touch me and my genius.

... sorry. My head's all weird today.

I just... today just feels weird. LIke... almost ominously weird. Like I'm going to walk down the street and get pantsed by the president of the University weird.

Though others would just call that "Tuesday."

I'm kidding! The president of this University probably hasn't pantsed anyone in ... days, at least.

I'm probably going to get fired now, aren't I?

Does anyone else feel it? Is it because I started trying to figure out how much I owe or the government owes me because of taxes? Could that be the problem?

I just really hate tax time. I hate that I've worked so long and hard this year and there's really no money to show for it. Yes, some of it is my fault with the random eating out but it's so weird to think that if I was living with someone (IN SIN!) who was making the exact same amount I'm making right now, living the same lifestyle as I am right now, we would actually be doing fine.

I know, it's MATH. Stupid math, why don't you ever work out for ME?

And what's with all the asides in this post? Damn, who am I, freaking faux-Shakespeare, with all this talking to the audience?