I think my brain is turning to mush. Or maybe cupcakes. Yum.
Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy... being lazy. I'll try to remain more faithful to my blog. Or should my blog be more faithful to me? I hear dogs are pretty faithful.
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6.10-A little while ago, I walked into the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and got out a plate. This seems innoncent enough until you realize I was fixing myself a bowl of cereal. At least I didn't pour the milk first this time. (I don't care what you say, you are totally wrong if you think the cereal can come second.) Just a few minutes ago, I missed the stairs going up to watch some T.V. Then I missed the railing as I fell. Twice.
What could be the cause of this rapid loss in my brain's ability to function? Simple. I blame cupcakes. No, not the yummy kind, but the doll. In case you have not seen the commercial, it looks like a cupcake. Until you find out the truth. In disguise, it's a doll. Worst cupcake EVER! What could have possibly spawned the idea for this insane dolls? Perhaps it's a plot to reduce anorexia nervosa in young girls. Perhaps it's to trick me into wanting a cupcake every time I see the commercial. Either way, these alleged "cupcakes" are no good. They will get their own not-so-comfy spot on the "no good" list right between soccer and Operas.
Okay, so since I've got some space to fill up, I'm going to talk about obsession. Specifically with T.V. shows. Yes, you know who you are. You have a wallpaper of a fictional character as your desktop on this very computer I am typing with right now. Sure, it's a great T.V. show, but you go to message boards to talk about what will happen in the final season. You go to the actors' MySpaces and post comments like "OmGsH! i <3 u sO mUcH!!!1!"
That's what I don't get. People say video games are corrupting the youth, but at least in video games you control what's going on. The other option is staring at the tube while your brain cells slowly deteriorate. Maybe if you turned it off, and really listened, you could hear them screaming as they die. I don't think I've made enough to make this a long blog post, but Jimmy crack corn. Alright, I'm done for tonight.
Over and Out,
Mr. H
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6.10-A little while ago, I walked into the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and got out a plate. This seems innoncent enough until you realize I was fixing myself a bowl of cereal. At least I didn't pour the milk first this time. (I don't care what you say, you are totally wrong if you think the cereal can come second.) Just a few minutes ago, I missed the stairs going up to watch some T.V. Then I missed the railing as I fell. Twice.
What could be the cause of this rapid loss in my brain's ability to function? Simple. I blame cupcakes. No, not the yummy kind, but the doll. In case you have not seen the commercial, it looks like a cupcake. Until you find out the truth. In disguise, it's a doll. Worst cupcake EVER! What could have possibly spawned the idea for this insane dolls? Perhaps it's a plot to reduce anorexia nervosa in young girls. Perhaps it's to trick me into wanting a cupcake every time I see the commercial. Either way, these alleged "cupcakes" are no good. They will get their own not-so-comfy spot on the "no good" list right between soccer and Operas.
Okay, so since I've got some space to fill up, I'm going to talk about obsession. Specifically with T.V. shows. Yes, you know who you are. You have a wallpaper of a fictional character as your desktop on this very computer I am typing with right now. Sure, it's a great T.V. show, but you go to message boards to talk about what will happen in the final season. You go to the actors' MySpaces and post comments like "OmGsH! i <3 u sO mUcH!!!1!"
That's what I don't get. People say video games are corrupting the youth, but at least in video games you control what's going on. The other option is staring at the tube while your brain cells slowly deteriorate. Maybe if you turned it off, and really listened, you could hear them screaming as they die. I don't think I've made enough to make this a long blog post, but Jimmy crack corn. Alright, I'm done for tonight.
Over and Out,
Mr. H
posted by Mr. H at 7:57 PM
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