But enough about me, and the fact that the cat just decided to use a bathroom sink as an elaborate chaiselongue. Let's talk about something interesting, something fun, something that's been on everyone's mind, one of those thing everyone experiences but no one mentions. Wars have been waged, famines have broken out, world leaders have been murdered, but this all disappears in the mind of the Average Joe when confronted with the ultimate question: Why the hell do I keep eating Chocolate Crisp bars if the goddamn crisp keeps on getting stuck between my teeth? Seriously, everyone should know better than that. I haven't eaten one of those in ages, because I've learned my lesson, but this goes out as a tribute to all my martyr friends who suffered.
Another highly relevant fact is that, right across the room, staring right back of me, is a tuft of soft wrapping fabric thingie they use to wrap gifts and stuff. And it's pink. And it's cute. And it's burning my eyes out of their sockets. Seriously, cootie alert, it's got glitter all over it too, and the real question is, what's it doing in the same room with the manliest creature within a 50 metre range (and no, I don't meant he cat, smart guy)? I can swear it's looking back at me, and it looks evil. Reminds me of the fact that the cat now weighs 4kg of pure belly fat and refined, deluxe stupidity. More stupidity than fat, and that's saying something. Just last night he almost fell out the window. 2 minutes later, he almost did it again, same way, same day, same window. Poor stupid dude. Yeah, excuse the randomness, I'm like that when I'm in this mood, which perhaps makes it befitting to be called a random mood, but it's not, actually. It's not a random mood at all.
Picture this, if you get a calculator or something, and start the random number feature, and you kept pressing the button like some trigger-happy moron or something, what do you get? A series of random numbers because you kept pressing the button like a moron, but the real question is, is there a connection between the numbers? I can hear you go all "who's the moron now? They're random, there's can't be a connection, duuuuuuuuuh" which would sound horribly cliché if you're a blonde girl and just plain horrible if you're not. Well, matter is, there is a connection. They are all RANDOM NUMBERS, so, philosophically speaking, does that make the random number feature perfect, or does it make it a useless paradox? you be the judge.
Back to the point. so, if this is not a random mood, I can hear you almost afraid to ask what other mood can generate such randomness. No, it's not Cuckoo mood, even though that's always a good option. We're talking more along the lines of "Elaborately Sporadic" mood, which even after using the dictionary, sounds more and more like Cuckoo mood (refer to the sound a cuckoo clock makes) by the second (and calculating these seconds would be another great use for that same cuckoo clock). The universe is sporadically arranged, sporadic, yet connected, and when you handle any one object and just examine the strings tying it to other things in the web of life, and discuss any one of those elaborately in a blog no one will bother to read, then congratulations, you have reached the Nirvana of the Elaborately Sporadic Mood.
I'd love to discuss all this further, maybe give some examples and all that too, but my fingers aren't too fond of the idea, and their protests are rather convincing. Oh, and there's also some pudding in the fridge I need to grab before my sister realises it's there. so, until next time friends, remember the 6 D's: Drive safely, Drink responsibly and Don't Do your laundry if you're a DuDe.
No one can be this random randomly but you ismail ^^ I'll keep posting stupid "sporadic" comments on every post.
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