Coffee Thoughts in the Morning!

My burrito was a hamster. Annnnd then it wasn't. I don't know what's going to pop out today, and frankly, NOT GIVIN A FUCK! Why? i dunno, maybe it's because people want to talk to me all the fucking time when I need to be writing so that way, I can go about my day as if nothing'swrong, but I know there's something wrong, because like it or not, I've got a family that cares about me. And yet, they drive me crazy wanting to talk to me JUST as I'm about to sit down I tell em what's been working for me, and they dirupt that by going, FUCK THAT BOOSHIT! YOU DOING THIS NOW! and it's very frustrating for me, that one place I have control, is slowluy becoming the one place where I don't. I need this sense of control because it gives me some sort of power over my life, some sort of chice I can make on my own without having to feel pressurized, stop doing that, stop doing this, fuck all of you. I'm going to do my thing, because that's wh...

God I fucking love coffee! Seriously, nothing more satisfying in the mornings then hcocking down some random shit I no longer care about writing. Well, not that topic anymore, I don't write these morning blogs just to be all philosophical and shit, I write them to just fucking say what's on my mind, and there's not really much on my mind, no, really! I used to try and make sense of the world, try to unlock it's various dick shaped puzzles, and try to be something more than my mind actually was: Infinite confuckled about everything stupid and trying to be more intelligent than a methed out gerbil being stupid funny on a facebook live of a Captain Hook porn parody where no one's having fun, and everything just seems fucked. More or less, I'm sure the clown in the corner, sadly jacking it to a rendition of "hurt me more" by the Sugarpops and Daddy6969 is truly just wonderful. Outside of that, I drink coffee and slap my face against the keyboard bec...

I've always wondered what gerbils thought abvout when they go through those weird as fuck habitrails, like are they thinking "FUCK THIS BULLSHIT AGAIN, ME AND THEB OYS ARE BREAKING OUT TONIGHT!" only to realize moments later that the boys are a bowl of pellets and a squeaky ball they've been humping to death? These are the stupid thoughts I have as I struggle to comprehend the world of today. not in the way most people would when trying to interpret the stupid things they witness, but rather the greatness of the universe as it cracks down on the rampant stupidity, as if Idiocy itself were the cocaine of the mind. Which, I guess in a way, it is really is! but im not even thinking clearly, I don't like thinking clearly, or logically in the mornings, it's become my crux, my weakness, my way of dumbing down my own thoughts in hopes of having an empathetic ephnay, which is what I've been trying to do from the very start of this thing I guess. From the day...

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