On my previous tumblr post, I wrote, “the prospect of the scythe is more tangible fwiw” and I just want to make it clear that that was a joke* and I don’t actually write and/or talk and/or even think like that. Mostly I’m just focused on when the next opportunity to eat carbs will arise.
*Not like a ‘funny haha’-type joke but a subtle joke in like the manner of “look at this guy ‘trying too hard’… wait, nope! psyched your ass out… he’s just parodying a person ‘trying too hard’ (whatever that even means).” It’s not a good joke. I wonder what Billy Idol eats for breakfast.
(Sidebar: I was just doing the hashtags and you know how they autocomplete? Well, I was typing out “correction” and the hashtag “corrective rape” popped up so I went ahead and included that too. I don’t know what that means. Should I know what that means? It sounds horrible!)
I keep coming with that hot fire and it’s always the same: 3 views, 0 views, 11 views (yeah right). People can’t handle my prolific nature but I ain’t changing. I’d rather die. And I am getting older anyway so the prospect of the scythe is more tangible fwiw. I sometimes think of Darkside of the Moon, that spoken word bit, “I’m not afraid of dying really…” but I can never remember what the dude says next. Hashtag Pink Floyd. Yeah, let’s get some people looking for Pink Floyd junk looking at this. That’s what I need. I could’ve just used a semicolon there but don’t get me started. I’m sorry.
In which I @-reply, somewhat sarcastically imo, to a 75-year old author on twitter.com. The greater point being, why is sarcasm a ‘bad’ thing?
Been focusing a lot of energy over at this dumb place. I’m trying to embrace my dumbness / not being so hot at, you know, life and stuff.
If you get a chance, please like and also reblog this post over at The Jogging. I hope to one day live completely off of the notes cash generated from this image. Thank you. As a reward, I will be following anyone who likes and/or reblogs said post (please do both, though). Wow, great reward!
I am updating my website / lifestyle brand, Lifecast™. I hope to be done today but I’m not sure!
I don’t think I understand ‘the point’ of having a Tumblr. I mean, I don’t understand ‘the point’ of basically any aspect of life/living/being alive/human consciousness, so the whole “having a Tumblr” issue/problem seems pretty insignificant by comparison. What I’m trying to say is I still rock a blogspot, on a dot com even, and that it’s taken awhile for me to cultivate (it’s still not totally right). Not too mention my other, mostly flailing, endeavors. I suppose everything I do should just also be posted here (?). Seems dumb and I should probably just fall in line and start posting selfies and funky fresh reblogs of content from my emotional tax bracket, but my impulse to delete is strong. Delete and delete, or delete and start over: that is the question. I recently bought a new pair of pajama pants (because I am a man of comfort) and there is already a two-finger size hole in the crotch.