well, here i am again, wide awake with no signs of sleep in the near future. after 12 consecutive hours of drawing i decided to finally put the sharpies down and glue my hands to something more useful, like the keyboard to the computer. i got 99 problems and the internet is definitely one. not sure why i just made a jay z reference but i’m going to go ahead and just pretend i didn’t. i have slightly lost my mind. not sure if it is from inhaling all the fumes the sharpies give off or from all the adderall/coffee/energy drinks/candy i have consumed today. either way, some screws are loose and i don’t plan on tightening them til the morning………
that being said: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. (thats barcode for: hi)
i just signed on facebook and have noticed a fucking dumb ass trend going on that i am about to throw far far into the bermuda triangle….. where it needs to be….lost FOREVER.
SIDE NOTE: before reading any further, if you are one of these people, you should be disgustingly ashamed with yourself. my best friend from elementary school, is a victim of this disaster i’m about to discuss and i’m not sure if i can really ever take her serious again.
alright. so. WHO THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE WHOLE “i like it ….. on/in the…. ________” TREND ON FACEBOOK?
like, we get it now. its not cool. its really dumb. we know you’re pretending to talk about your bag but you really are trying to whore yourself out on facebook.
and at least, if you are going to be part of this cluster of idiots, be original. kitchen table, couch, bedroom floor, car? okay cool. we’ve all been there done that. maybe put something like, hanging from a trapeeze with a lion jumping through flames underneath. i mean, that would be at least a pretty cool place for both your bag to be and a place for you to like to have sex. but NO, everyone on facebook has to be SO UNORIGINAL AND BORING.
here are a few i have picked out from my newsfeed:
“also..i like it on the kitchen table” ….k your bag has definitely not figured out science before anyone else. it’s not in two places at once. just admit you’re a whore.
“i like it in the car” i’m sure your bag is in the car while you are inside typing your status. i hate you. i dont even remember who wrote this but i hate you.
“i like it on the front seat of my car” a little more rebellious than the last one posted. front seat? oh snap. watch out.
“i like it on my bedroom floor” who doesn’t? come on. seriously…..
“i like it against the wall” once again„ WHO DOESNT. tell me something i DONT KNOW. ugh i hate these people. not sure why i’m “friends” with half of them but anyway moving on..
oh my..
unrelated but: “my loaf is the bomb” seriously what the fuck. your loaf? and “the bomb?” okay i didn’t realize we were still in the 4th grade. grow. the. fuck. UP. and loaf? i’m still stuck on loaf…………. LOAF? loaf of WHATT? …..what even is a loaf. a loaf of bread? well i’m allergic to bread. and i’m allergic to your stupid status. aka i’m allergic to you. DELETE.
“i like it on the kitchen table” i bet you do.
thank god someone finally made a joke: “i like it in one ear and out the other” this is the only one i appreciate. only because it makes absolutely no sense for either the bag to be or to like to have sex. so. bravo. you win.
actually, the loaf may win. i’m not sure, it maybe be a tie. what am i even talking about, no one wins. everyone is so dumb. why do these stupid things exist? its ALMOST as bad as the chain emails (that i thank god dont receive anymore) that are all, “YOURE GOING TO DIE IN 10 MINUTES IF YOU DONT SEND THIS TO 92058209580295 PEOPLE IN THE NEXT 3 MINUTES”
okay first of all i dont even KNOW 92058209580295 people. and even if i could come up with THAT MANY EMAILS, its going to take me longer than 7 minutes to type all of them all out. so by default, just by opening that email, i’m dead. cool. thanks.
its pretty much the same concept. its a bunch of bologna. with 2 slits cut out for eyes because they should SEE HOW RIDICULOUS IT IS.
well. i guess thats really all i have to say on the matter. sometimes i feel like my blog should be called “fuck the fucking world” because i tend to have all these bottled up emotions torwards EVERYONE. yikes. i dont really though. deep down im like barney. except i’m not a fat purple dinosaur. and i dont sing scary love songs around a playground with kids.
i take it back. i am NOTHING like barney.
i am however insane. soooooooooooo, that’s all folks.
ps. i like it thrown on the ground, and scattered all over the floor. THATS WHAT SHE FUCKING SAID.
goodnight.
