A guy walks into a bar

I forget the rest of the joke, but your mother's a whore.
My complete lack of ability to stick with anything is somewhat troubling sometimes. I mean, I have a story I started in year 8 that had a lot of readers online and off, but I just get distracted by so many things. Mostly social networking, or cartoons, or sleep. Don't get me started on how many books I've started and stopped halfway through, or TV series even! I could go off on quite a tangent there, and tangents don't have to ever finish, which is why they're so great. 


Bars are great for this, people of various education levels battling it out on various topics. Sometimes somebody says something and you just think "wow, okay, you actually believe that?" Either it's incredibly dumb or it's just so... not PC let's say, haha. Depending on how much I like hearing the sound of my own voice at the time (which let's be honest, is probably a lot) I'll continue to argue with these people and not just shut them down or excuse myself due to fear of logic-cancer. It gets interesting. Sometimes. Sometimes I'm forced to excuse myself due to fear of logic-cancer.

Today I was trying to make a coffee, hang out washing and write. Instead I asked myself aloud what the date was and decided to make a facebook status about it asking if I was normal. Talk about attention whoring. Rest assured though, I did get over 10 likes and a decent amount of comments. I know, some child in some country I've never heard of lacks clean water, but rest assured.


Jesus! Talk about pretentious.
Here, enjoy some cute puppies to make up for it.
Still with me?
GOOD! (muhhahaha, silly person.)

Validate me! Validate me!
You are not how many likes you have. You are not the contents of your comments. You are not your fucking friends list.
You have to give up.
You have to realise, that some day your friends will move on from facebook.
Until you know that, you are useless.

I know, it's my second fight club reference on a blog with few posts. But! You have to admit it's a pretty kickass movie. Also, fuck you, it's my blog. If you want to read about ponies try somewhere less awesome.

This is why I should/shouldn't write at 4am. I'm awake now (and I shouldn't be) and I'm typing up random thoughts rather than anything of actual substance. I'm actually scared to look at facebook now because KFC has posted an advertisment and I know I'll feed the bottomless pit that IS my stomach despite my (hopefully soon) bed time. Yes, advertisments work. Yes, there is a reason they exist. Yes, I am a mass media 'victim'. Yes, I really want KFC now.

Fuck you, KFC.