I know, the idea seems a little horrible. But, I have a laptop and I get bored sitting staring at myself in the door-knob.
I sit here, and I plan on telling you my thoughts while I sit here. Normally I want to share the things I think of while on the can. I always forget about what I was thinking, or the idea seems to sprout into other things and I decide not to tell anyone.
I sometimes like to count tiles, or as I said, stare at my disfigured face in the door-knob. So funny to see a huge nose on me. My shower curtain rubbing against my arm, the porcelain seat making my ass go numb. If I look at the floor, why do I see a pencil? I don’t write, or draw in here. Damn cats.
This post closes as well as my sphincter. I will bring you pt 2 as soon as my food digests again.
Farewell.
