Like most bad ideas, this one started late at night. You see, it’s 5:00am in the morning right now. It’s monday. About an hour ago I got the worst feeling of desperation I have ever gotten in my entire life. School starts in mere days. I felt like I needed to do something productive before it started and totally sucked the life force out of me.
Unfortunately for me, I suffer from an affliction known as whereitis (Derived from the same latin root as wherewolf). It’s a serious condition affecting one out of every five tall pasty(or is that a typo for tasty) ass white boys every year (See: Biggass Dorkus). The symptoms varies from individual to individual. You may see your dork begin to wear lots of black clothes. You may even see black fingernails or hair in extreme cases. Take action! Your dork as entered a state of mourning. If your dork happens to be enrolled in school, their is nothing you can do for him. Patience, understanding, and maybe some nail polish remover are the only plausible solutions.
I’m bored like hell. This was a good way to kill a half hour. It’s funny. I’ll write for myself, and the amusement of others on my own accord. If one were to place a due date on such an event, it would never get done. Perplexing.