Friday, September 19, 2008
Projectile
It's so painful for me to go back and read previous blogs I've written. At the time I wrote it I thought it was clever, but after reading it later on it just sounds like I'm either slightly illiterate or have Asperger's. Once I've thrown it up out of my head... it is no longer appetising. One time I heard someone say that when you die, your "spirit" would "no more want to be back in your earthly body, than you would look longingly at your own vomit." All I have to say to that is; that would depend on what you had last eaten.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I love pizza so much that even if I were to vomit it out I would gaze upon it with affection. Or not.
I don't know if you ever check in on these blogs anymore, but i feel the same way about whatever I write. I think it's great at the time only to realize that anyone who doesn't know me reading it will think I'm mildly retarded. I have nothing against retards by the way, they've got super strength. See, here I go again, saying stuff I'll regret. It's like my mind runs 1000 thoughts a minute. I need to get them out or they'll consume my head.
Post a Comment