I had great blogging ideas last night when I was trying to sleep forever. Now they have seemed to fade away currently about as tangible as dusty gray ghost moths.
I wish I could move my computer. Last night it freaked out on me; the screen turned black, and stayed black, even after turning it on and off a few times. My solution to the problem (and most problems I encounter with computers) was to angrily take the battery out, and then put it back in. This time it didn’t go back in. Every time I attempt to put it in, it flops back out (that’s what he said?).
I didn’t have any dreams last night. This is quite frustrating for me, since often my dreams are what I look most forward to. Unless they are nightmares. My mind can come up with some pretty creepy shit. About my parents getting murdered. The thing is, if my parents were actually murdered, I have a feeling my first thoughts would not be “what a great travesty, I don’t know how I will live without them” as much as “EWWW. Gross. EWWW.” I’ve been scared of dead bodies since I was a child. If I were to say what my biggest fear is, it’s probably dead bodies. I’d go even as far as saying I am more scared of dead bodies than I am of murderers (who I am still scared of, since they are the makers of dead bodies). It’s like hey murderer please save me from that lifeless body.
I think my ego should commit suicide. I just want to leave it on the side of the road. I’m quite tired of acting according to reality. I just want to float around in pretty colors all wispy like, please.
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