Well, here I am sitting in my dad's old rolling chair that he got from Pontiac General, thinking about such things as supper and what those little tassle things on zipper pulls are for(seriously, they just get in the way). I have just completed a long computer game marathon, and was thinking about topping it off by sitting back and listening to some music, when I figured, why not write about these mundane occurances? So now, I take keyboard in hand to write out every single random thought that comes to mind, starting with my take on the state of the Union. Well, it's not good.
Hey! That reminds me of the time when I was lying in bed, almost asleep, when my dad gets the idea to sneak in and freak me out. Well, he tiptoes in, get's into a strategic postition, and let's loose with this creepy voice that sounds like the devil after he picked up some of the Sauron rumble. After he pryed me off the ceiling with a chisel and we all had a good(well, mediocre anyway) laugh about it, I began thinking about The Lion King for some reason. I'm sure that Freud would have found it fascinating, but it bored the daylights out of me, so I went to sleep instead.
Well, that's all I got for now.
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