Ever feel so tired that you can’t sleep? That seems to be happening to me more and more lately. As I sit here, awaiting sleep, I am left with a few random thoughts. Lucky you:
1. Seriously I don’t even eat hot dogs anymore, but the lack of consistency between hot dog packages and hot dog bun packages really annoys the living shit out of me. They don’t even try to “trick us” into thinking this was some cosmic accident. It’s basically a big ‘ole “Screw You” from corporate america. Yeah, I’m on to you, which leads me to:
2. Wtf is up with me always losing socks in the dryer? Yes, I’m sure it’s simply me misplacing things. Nope, as I’ve said before (I think), it’s a conspiracy by evil Corporate America. Where do you think all of that lint comes from huh? It’s not random fibers, it’s the desiccated remains of your socks people! They are being sacrificed to some really lame demon that demands sock tribute! Joss Whedon, there is an idea for a show. It’s all yours, just get me a date with Felicia Day, or someone equally awesome. You’re welcome.
3. Why is Chick-Fil-A so yummy, but full of such hate? Do they lace it with some kind of psychotropic mushrooms? Why do I constantly break my oath to boycott the fuckers? Can we put those mushrooms on something healthy for me. I’d kill to be this obsessed over a salad. (kidding I’m a pacifist. No really.)
Yup, still awake.
I need to buy a 5 ft metal chicken to annoy my new neighbors with…
I love the bloggess. I want to sit in her living room and collate paper all day.
I hate JJ Abrahms for what he’s done to Star Trek. Really, what’s the point of rebooting if you are going to make a half-assed copy of the Wrath of Khan. Asshat… give it to Seth MacFarlane!