a breakfast for losers...

The weather is playing horrible tricks on me. From thunder showers to sunshine, and then back to rain, and now sunshine. Make no plans tonight.

I have a slight mental block, and conversations are a difficult task for me at the moment.

I have nothing to say, nothing to spark anyone's interest, not that it usually does anyway. Today in Challenge and Change there was a photograph of a cheery Macdonald's crew in the textbook. We were looking at conformity. But that's beside the point. Anyway, so I was looking at these people with their pseudo-smiles, and wholesome looks, and thought I wonder what is going on behind that photograph. You know before it was taken, after it was taken. The thoughts flowing behind those pseudo-smiles. What's really taking place. You know what I mean? You get it? Uh-huh? Alright. The photograph itself doesn't intrigue me, but more so what went on behind all those deliciously fake smiles.

Interesting, verrry interesting.

If only.

I hid in my closet for ten minutes, and then decided to have a bowl of icecream, which has led me to this computer to ramble. I feel like a child again. Sitting here with my knitted hat on, and large safety glasses over my eyes. I sit here thinking that somewhere in this world, your magic lamp in hiding and one day you will get those three wishes, I grant you that. What am I talking about? I think I am slowly losing my mind as a result of being imprisoned in this house. I haven't been out with friends for weeks. I'm sure that doesn't sound too bad, but these weekends are getting more lonely by the minute. Doesn't matter anyhow, I'm not too sure where my friends are these days. I think I have misplaced them. I really need to get out of this small town, and meet new people. I suppose it won't be till another year when that opportunity comes strolling along.

I feel all sticky after devouring that icecream.

if you're happy and you know it, load your gun.



and if you really want to show it, drop some bombs.