Return of the Drivel
Oh hey…There’s a blog here. Totally forgot. Huh. Well I guess I should write in it? What else do you do with a blog? This feels kind of awkward, like hanging out with a friend after reconnecting on facebook only to remember why you ignored them in the first place…Hehehe…Anyway, what’s up, ether? You’re not gonna reply so I don’t really know why I’m writing. I guess this is really a place for one-way communication, eh?
So I’ll just write about me. Turkey Day was delicious, I literally did not move yesterday, and I have Sunday and Monday off yay. I think later I’ll write a story or something and post it up here. Or a poem. I just started one, it goes like this:
I’m in Hell
Counting seconds
One more flies by
And I’m out the door
Foot to the floor
I’m finally free
I could go anywhere
I would go anywhere
But there’s nowhere to go
I’m writing anarchist sentiments on my wall
I write about arson in my personal diaries
I don’t bathe and I sneer at strangers
I listen to Rage and dream of fighting
I fall asleep watching downloaded TV on my computer
My two hundred dollar phone wakes me up in the morning
Hi ho, hi ho I’m off to sell my soul
I put on a smile because the customers come first
This is my eulogy.
-Braxtron