I’m going to give you a little tour of my mind. All this means is that I’m not going to filter my thoughts, and this will get confusing. But alas, I’m going to give it a shot. Then you’ll see what I have to deal with when I attempt to write. It’s not easy, you know. Alright. Here we go.
Why are my thoughts never centered around anything in particular? I feel sorry for anyone who takes the time to listen to when I decide to ramble because I never stay on topic. I wonder if it’s ADHD or ADD or something like that. I’ve wondered if I do more often than I should, probably. Having a 50 track mind like mine, it’s okay to be left to just your thoughts because that’s all that’s needed to entertain yourself because soon everything becomes incredibly hilarious and amusing.
Tom Parker is an extremely attractive man and I hope he knows it. His theme song is Sexy and I know it. Or at least Sexy and Everyone Else Knows It. I’m quite sure WHAT it is that I find attractive, but I assume it’s everything in general. AND AND AND HE CAN SING AND PLAY GUITAR AND HE SUCKS AT DANCING. It’s wonderful.
MIKA is such a nice soundtrack to type to. Unless, of course, it’s Big Girl(You Are Beautiful) because then you only want to dance like an idiot. Not that that stops me or anything. Because being an idiot in public is a nice sobering and humbling thought.
Big girl you are beautiful!
Ugnngkjdalbga;hbrahrg. I really really love cats. When I grow up, I expect to be a cat-lady and a hoarder. I had to retype that because I originally typed it ‘cat lady hoarder’ and I don’t expect to hoard Cat Ladies because that would be extremely weird and awkward and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal. Unless if they come willingly. That would be a lot of cats in one house, actually. If it’s all cat ladies. They would get along, I assume. Unless if they have this thing where people who like long-haired cats are on this side of the mansion(it has to be a mansion) and people who like short-haired cats are on the other side. That would be fair, right?
The dog likes to lick my leg at the most random moments. I hope I’m not that tasty. I assume that means I would be bacon flavored or meat flavored.
I keep trying to spell things the British way. I need to stop consuming so much British media.
I refuse to not watch Sherlock and Merlin.
Teenage dreams in a teenage circus….
The chair makes weird noises when you rock back and forth.
NO GIVIN’ UP WHEN YOU’RE YOUNG AND YOU WANT SOOOOOME.
I’m so excited to start my trip with my mama tomorrow. I could probably explain to someone in unnecessary depth of how excited I am.
Why is it so Humid out?
I wonder if Mooshie likes to be referred to as Lord Squishface. I hope he does.
I speak in song lyrics and movie quotes and I have no regrets about this.
I’m laughing right now and there is no explanation for this. I think it’s time to get proper sleep.
Well that was scary. The therapy comes free, just so you know.