LOST is ridic. There is all of this arguing going around, and I am a drunken asshole. It. Is. Amazing. I would like to say I was half right, and in thinking outside temproral lines which is HARD when you're durnk by the way, because it's all like, you know, people are all fucking dead and shit and they make out and punch people and then there's a light, it's all about the fucking lithght. WHO WERE THE OTHERS? WHY DIDN'T THEY BRING BACK THE GIANT PENDULUM THING? I lorved that thing, it was like the Museum of Science and Industyr.
Because here's the thing: People die, people stay, people get off the island and make it home. Hear me? THEY MAKE IT HOME. And then after their deaths, they all meet up before moving on to the light, which was fucking douchey by the way, because time only exists because someone said so one day and decided to measure it, and that person, the one who invented time? Fuck that fuckin guy. So the show is the real shit, and the splintered timeline is the fake shit (DUH) and Jack is right for the first time ever because homeboy is retarded.
I love that show so hard, and you people, anyone who reads this? don't care. But I care and the writing shall commence.
Whatever, all I'm saying is, Pub Chugga Chugga Choo Choo 9 was on sadurday and ?I have relinquished all control of shit, but I am incapable of relinguqishing control because of (1) I am a jerk and (2) I consider myself important, apparently. I never realized I thought I was important having lived under the assumption taht I am wortheless for about, like, 29 years, so this was a goddamn revelation. I do not know if this is good or bad. I think it's also important to note that I ruin everything, and everything is my fuckllnmg fault, and I am the opposite of photogenic and I think I have a double chin. WHAT THE FUCK. I will tell you in the morning.
and what's the deal with all of you fuckers writing blogs all the time? Don't you know that I am a busy person and I don't have time for thta shit, and then I feel guilty because I care so deeply about the emotional repurcussions of ignoring people ON THE INTERNET? That sentence was a legitimate question, by the way, because it began with "don't you know" which implies query. I am for serious.
This weekened I was told to start doing stand up and to start writing LOST fanfiction, and I'm all like, thanks. Fanfiction. Seriously? I am fucking insulted. I will create my own characters, thank you. Still, I feel entirely incapable of either. This depresses me. I am a poorly narrated limerick with an irritating punchline, and that is the life that I lead, youknow?.
I leave for Ireland on June 5. With the fam. It is very werid.