Sometimes people do stupid things that they regret the moment they stop doing it.
For example: I fart on Kristin. I think it’s funny until she punches my nuts. Then i regret doing the stupid thing. (notice, it’s not stupid until after the act has been completed.)
Hindsite is 20/20 my friends, and nothing gives you hindsight like getting punched in the dick by a chick who was just farted on.
Ok. Now the reason I wanted to write this post was more as a cathartic release. The other night I did something stupid, BUT I will benefit from it every week for the next 20 something weeks. So it’s really just me being a guilt ridden pussy.
I wrote a poem about it. It’s called “Doing Stupid shit is never cool, unless you will benefit from it directly”
I needed something,
Okay, not really needed, but it definitely helps to have it.
So I took it.
I hope no one saw me steal that lighter from Brendan.
LOLMAYA
LOLOLOLOL For real? a “Bad poetry day?” Today?
look here: right here. and read on.
In honor of such an event, I have decided to write some bad poetry.
A day in the dog park.
I sat there staring,
why the fuck would you own a bulldog?
seriously they are ugly, and drool everywhere.
I like cellphones
They are pretty fucking cool.
In Japan they are 10x better.
some cell phones are really quite amazing,
please don’t buy an iphone.
Lara Croft
I must have jerked off to you like 40 times, seriously.
I hope you enjoyed my bad poetry. Happy bad poetry day!!! (ee cummings definitely invented it)
I have been working on this big long-winded and overly personal (read: emotional) piece about god knows what. I decided to can it because I don’t really feel like it means anything to me anymore. Instead I wrote a haiku because I’m soooo fucking Zen. (LOLHAIKU)
tell me what you want
then I will go and do it
when it’s done, it’s done
this could easily be replaced with:
I don’t like this biz
not then and not now
let me do my thang
thanks Jenn for the help.
