This is a post about nothing. About rambling.
I don’t have a point to make. My mind isn’t really on any points.
Maybe that’s the whole point of this? It’s all pointless.
One man’s hero is another man’s enemy. One man’s enemy is another man’s hero.
I don’t care. I’m fed up. I turned off the television because I quickly, very quickly, became bored with the phrase: “Target of Opportunity”. Shut up. For God’s sake say it once or twice but then don’t spend the next 30 minutes saying it over and over and over and over and over and over and… shut up.
Not for anything, but the reporting I saw tonight just came across as second rate. Although it was perfect chatter to fold laundry to. Or pass gas on.
Yes, I’m being crude. So what. This whole planet seems crude right now. Crude. Like in oil. Sheesh.
I just took a nice hot bath. Really hot. Felt like I was being cooked. Really felt refreshing in a sickening way.
Lucy Van Pelt said it first: “Stop the world, I want to get off.” I would change that to: “Stop the world, I want to throw a few people off.”
Blatant Blabbering. Just going in circles.
I’m fucken fed up of politics. ALL politics.
I’m gonna go lie in bed and read some comic books. That “reality” seems more real to me some days. And right now, I’d rather believe in a man that can fly as opposed to a man who wants to fry.