Obtuse Psyche

physical work + mental starvation + non-eventful life = the circular end of a shotgun

WARNING: This blog may contain stupid rantings and silly notions that may or may not make sense. So... whatever...

I have recently lost the will to write blogs and other written(or typed) materials. I feel as though my spirit has left me, like having both hands but you can't feel the right one, like eating noodle soup when you want them fried, like stabbing yourself repetitively with the obvious results.

As most people who may have noticed, I have left my blog to be festered upon by molds and different varieties of fungi. Not because I hate it, just that I've got emotional constipation and intelectual impotence. Much like the phisical burdens old people suffer from.

It's not just my brain that is at fault. So little has happened in this pathetic continuance, this fradulent form of life, to help jumpstart my grey matter. The lack of material for thought is just so... deafening to my brain.

The only thing worth actually mentioning is that i found work at Wendy's, which is like a "good news, bad news situation". Good news... I like Wendy's... bad news... I work for Wendy's.

I start work tommorow. I want to hang myself. I need several alcoholic drinks and several rims of cigarettes. Actually, just hand me the shotgun.