So I took some time out to smell the flowers this morning, literally. I am here to report, with 100% certainty, that this phrase is an idiom (cliché at this point) and not meant to be taken literally. After smelling these flowers I felt nothing; no calmness, no appreciation of my surroundings, no alleviation or pressure. I decided then to step back and stare at them; this is when my mind began to wonder.
I thought about a combination of things with no clear affiliation with one another: a song I could write to beat Rihanna (If you're wondering what the title would be it is "The Untold Story of Chester Copperpot"), what I will do with the trash I forgot to take out on Tuesday, and why the damn Blacksheep is completely finished. None of these things really have any importance but they are sure are fun to think about.
Has anyone noticed gas prices are SUPER HIGH AGAIN?!?!?! Why are none of the usually media resources covering this like they did a few years ago?
Sometimes I want to grow my beard out and shock the world!
But even "shocking" isn't really that impressive anymore. I know, I won't do "shocking!"
!TIMEOUT! That's just called boring.
It's a tough life you know?
I just put this last picture in to let you all know that I seriously did come home from work the other day and move the couch.
Thomas VanMelum
No comments:
Post a Comment