Jesus of Suburbia

I said I had nothing to say.

I lied, apparently.

Because just like those Holiday Inn commercials,

Shower thinking is good stuff.

So somehow, some influx of thought led my mind on this long, convoluted journey which ended with,

"well geez, he's gonna know the title of my blog now."

And I went into this slightly spazzmatic mode where I was all "Ahh! WhatdoIdoifhefindstheblogohmygadwhatdoIdo?"

And then logic kicked in and calmly stated that, well, if he finds it, he finds it, if he so happens to pursue the idea of the blog, so be it.

But not really, I'm hoping he doesn't find it and I don't die of the worst kind of embarrassment.

And so,

Begins my terrible journey of paranoia.

Don't you hate when you get paranoid over something so stupid,

And then it gets to the point where you go insane?

Yeah, me too.

Also,

Procrastination,

We all do this horrible, unpardonable (snicker-chuckle) sin,

But really,

The people that have pull all-nighters because they refused to utilize time.

Yeah, I get that people are busy,

But seriously,

Nothing pays off more than being able to go to sleep every night a very, very decent time,

Because you just decide to get stuff done.

Ok, enough self-righteousness,

I just think people need to realize the importance of

A) Sleeping

B) Deciding when enough is enough (in terms of procrastination)

and

C) Doing stuff.

Well,

Alright then,

I think this is the most I've said in a while.

Oh hey,

Mind if I rant a little more?

(Of course you all do, but I'm disregarding that)

How sappy can I get? (It's a challenge, I guess)

He yawns cute-like.

Like seriously, it's cute somehow.

And when he talks quietly and thoughtfully and such,

It's just dbzpnm0etpjnm.

Yep,

That it so the adjective to describe his quiet voice.

Of course.

My eye is twitching,

Too much computer.

Goodnight and sweet dreams,

To those of you that read this.