I bought a book about procrastination habits. I’ll read it later.
The mini palm tree in my room is slowly fading from green to yellow. I guess perpetual darkness isn’t the best thing for a tropical plant.
It is better to own a plunger and never need it, than need it once butt not have it.
There is a sublime satisfaction to cursing out inanimate objects as though they are people who know better.
If brevity is the soul of wit, then I am generally not a very humorous typist.
This blog entry is going nowhere fast. I’m really sorry about it. I promise I’ll try for better tomorrow.
Still, it does tap that part of my brain that lingers over whether I could’ve made a career in comedy entertainment.
Belushi and Farely were such naturals. I would love to be adored similarly.
Would I similarly have met such a tragic and untimely demise, pursuing that life? It’s entirely possible — especially in the face of failure, which in that field there is a far higher chance of than there is success.
And that’s probably all there is to say about that.
Consequently, as the old adage goes: if you don’t have anything nice to say, then…post it to social media.
If you can’t tell, I’m having an off night. Joke post! Thanks for reading. I love you all.
“I wrote a story about a mustache. It has a great twist.” – A. Demosthenous