Around the time my identity glands first started to grow, and I started developing, what I think is my own identity (the identity question shall be dealt with extensively at a later time), I began to distance myself from some of my erstwhile friends (it could have been the other way around, as in they were repelled by my "identity"). I just found them too shallow, way too fixed in the mundane (like I'm oh so above it all)
that distances grew.
Its not that that i regret it, but every once in a while i find myself longing to do the stuff they do, to be like them, or to be them, because in their "mundane" aspects, they do kick ass. Then I begin to doubt myself, my identity. (Im not gonna put quotes around identity again, and lo and behold, to get around the quotes, i ended with these useless lines of bracket literature.) I start questioning myself, wondering, were my identity glands actually mutated, making mine an X-identity!!!!!! (sorry, sorry, sorry. Its like I need constant monitoring for corny jokes)
I think I'm going to OD, on introspective tosh. My Facebook addiction has finally started to take its toll. Hmmm, hmmmm, "finally started" isn't that an oxymoron???
Listening to : Jack Dangers - Darkly Mix
Reading : Freakonomics, Gloom Cookie, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Arabic road signs.
End of transmission.
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Dear Reader,
This the blogger's supervising entity communicating with you. If you read this blog to get to know the author, then I have something for you. Notice he is so fucking inconsistent, he can't maintain the same format over say, even 3 or 4 posts. Baahh!!!! he is pathetic. If you don't know why you read this blog, then read it cause it wont help you find purpose, but it will make you feel way better bout yourself because you cant be more clueless than this frood.
Adieu
I.S.T.Y.
(I'm Smarter Than You)
1 comment:
cant be more clueless than this frood?
hmmmm.
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