X: I am so bored.
X: Shit. I don’t have anything to do.
X: I might as well sleep all day. This is so frustrating.
X: The sun is shining so bright, but I don’t want to go outside. I am goddamn useless.
X: The bed… Its so warm… The bed….. I will never part with you.
X: Damn. Might as well write something useful.
X: I can’t think of a effing topic.
X: I don’t even know how to pronounce rendezvous right. Im an idiot.
X: Who in the right mind would like to read about bats flying in my room.
X: Fuck it. They don’t even know my name. I’ll write for no one but myself.
X: AHHHHHH. I WANT TO KILL MYSELF!
X: I wish I live for about a trillion years.
X: I am so thirsty. And I have to pee so bad. I’ll do both at the same time.
X: I have never seen a chicken having sex. Nor cockroaches. Nor Lizards. Fuck.
X: What would I do after college? I’d probably die of starvation because I don’t know how to do anything. I am so fucked.
X: minesweeper. So I just press random button rights? WTF. Why did I die? How the hell am I supposed to know if there is a bomb there. Fucking ridiculous game.
X: What does an electric fan taste like? I have never seen someone eat an electric fan. I wonder why.
X: goddamnit. Why the hell does Tarzan cover his private parts? Where did that idea come from? His mother ape? Jesus Christ.
X: I still don’t know how to kill a mockingbird. The book wasn’t really helpful. At all.
X: How the hell did I win the sperm race? I can’t even jog 30 seconds straight.
X: what the hell am I writing
X: I’ve lost it haven’t I?
X: I don’t even know how to end this blog post.
X: Wait I got it.