Okay, so obviously, it hasn’t been the best of days, but we are here, and we are blogging, and I have no idea who ‘we’ is, but the general idea is: THREE DAYS IN A ROW?!
Telea seems to be back, but don’t get your hopes up too far. We’re going into summer, guys, and I don’t know how much I’ll be able to blog if I don’t have as much internet access. The plan for summer is to camp out at Auntie Isaac’s house in the cities all summer. As in, in his back yard. As in, a hella good time, all the time. Wait, that sounded vaguely sexual…and it wasn’t.
However, my solid promise to you is that I will try as hard as possible, even if it means I have to blog on my tablet at internet cafes once in a while.
Moving on, the topic of the day is people who ruin everything. Because, there do happen to be people out there, and they need to be pointed out, because because because…
I want to just punch them really hard in the wrong. What is punching someone in the wrong?
Scientists (or Telea) believe that there is a part of your brain (not anywhere near the right lobe, obviously) where all of your wrong or bad decisions that affect other people badly take place. It’s this special little box of black noise that is filled with voodoo, fake chocolate, the smell of death, termites, and sadness. This little place in your brain is the home of every resentful feeling you have ever had, of every pain you have ever suffered, and every revenge you wish to seek.
It’s called…let me get back to you on that. I haven’t thought of an appropriate name to describe how bad this area can be.
Let me explain the problem with this box. Sometimes, boxes have holes, or weak areas, where all of this nonsense can slowly (or quickly) slip out into the atmosphere and affect other people. Everyoneffers from this once in a while, but some people just leave the top of the box open to let all of these bad feelings slip out.
This is the way many people I know have been acting. Their brain-spunk has been sexually suggesting a parle between itself and me. Their funkysauce is trying to get onto my burger. Their sdgdsgsdg is fsdfsd my sdfsdfsd, is basically the issue. Understand?
I understand completely, and I do not like it. I would like to take a hot shower in the waters of ‘go the fuck away, no one wants your drama’. I want to dive into the fountain of ‘everything is okay’, and I would like to take a dump in the toilet of ‘leave your issues here, and you’ll be chill’. Sadly, though, much like the fountain of youth, unicorns, and free will, none of these exist in the slightest.
I will have to settle for a long nap under my covers of ‘you can’t find me, I’m invisible’, and move on.
((Brainbox remains un-named. Please help))