A story was supposed to go here. The story was going to be heartfelt, with aspects of both nihilistic and ironic humor. However I contracted a virus that disallows me from becoming emotional many moons ago. It was at the end of my first marriage that I contracted this Radiohead-esque emotional virus, and it also changed my skin tone to a blueish yellow. I went to doctor after doctor and they couldn't figure it out. My symptoms were as follows
and so on and so forth. Isn't all of this funny? you haven't laughed since the accident, I know she meant the world to you but you really ought to cheer up. I mean she could be dead, it really is a miracle that she survived. Sometimes I think about how joyful she used to be, how she used to glow whenever she saw her friends or you. She was beautiful in everyway...Oh sorry, lost myself there. Isn't it better that she's different now? I mean you grew up with her and then married that version of her, and now you have a completely different girl. I mean all of the time I hear about men finding their relationships boring or monotonous, but you were lucky enough to get a brand new girl without half of the heartbreak of a gruesome divorce. Would someone who can't dare to speak or move freely without assistance be considered a person. If I were to kill her with a sawed off shotgun I think I'd go to jail pretty quickly. People like me aren't regulated hard enough, I think it's time for a new style of eugenic genetic regulation machine. Instead of forcing bad genes to become addicted to pornography and therefore never breed, we should start melting people in vats of very caustic solutions. Did you see that episode of breaking bad where they melted the guy and the tub because Jesse didn't listen? That show is pretty gnarly at times, I almost threw up watching it. I never wanted to throw up so bad in my life. I was eating chinese food which looked suspiciously similar to what was on Jesse's floor after the roof caved in. I paid $14.99 for the meal, this was back in 2012 so it was pretty expensive too. Everyday feels like an endless battle against my own desires. I really like listening to radiohead, right now I'm listening to "Like Spinning Plates" and it's pretty good. Is this blogsite going to be all shock-humor? Or will I really start telling stories or retelling my day to day life? I don't know yet, whichever is more interesting I guess will be the one I choose for that day. I am having a hard time being creative or remembering things right now, so this is the best you'll get for my weed day blog.