22 April 2009

Deep, dark depression. Like sitting inside of a dark hole and seeing something that looks like light above you, but you don't trust your own eyes and believe it's just darkness in disguise again. Everything is what it looks like, but isn't because you see it wrong.

Can't understand why people get so uptight when you tell them that their message was false. It didn't have any bearing on their life before, so why, when contradicted, do it seem to hold all the importance in the world? Cookies are much, much simpler to deal with. If you don't like what they have to say, you eat them. Cannibalism is not in style these days.

Tackling dogs. Waste of time. Think you're playing with them.

Gone are the days of enjoying playing Hangman. It no longer holds the appeal. Even drawing a caricature of someone you hate who is playing the hanged man doesn't make you happy any more. Hanging goats. Now THAT'S pretty funny.

Not literally.

I love goats.