How do they do it?

So today happened, that’s pretty much the only way it can be described. Nothing particularly eventful happened but I can safely say that my hair’s attempt to make me look like a wookie has once again been foiled. Since I have made no mention of this before I must tell you that my hair hates me and tries to make me look like a cross between a wookie and Napoleon Dynamite. I might put up a picture if I am feeling particularly self destructive.So yes haircut was done this is awesome.

A bottle of vodka which has been resting at a friend’s house is now safely in my posession and cooling in the fridge. It shall be of use in a few weeks time.

On a more destructive note (yes more destructive than vodka.), I am now in posession of 2 cigars that I intend to smoke with my best fwend (yes I did just do that).

That’s all for today. Tune in next time for more boring shit about my life. I might actually post something interesting tomorow though so keep an eye out.

Boredom

A twitch, Looking to my left I see the remains of yesterday’s lunch. The remnants of a better day, now all I have is the glare of a screen illuminating pale skin, blankness staring out into my empty eyes. I draw my eyes away looking at the food stained clothes that adorn me. I resemble a man who has nothing left to live for.

Yet but a day ago I was happy and full of life, freshly shaved and properly dressed. What happened? What changed that leaves me now in this decrepit state? Why do I lay here, my thoughts rotting in an idle mind? Why does the stench of my unclean armpits plague my sense?

I sit and wonder these questions and as my mind begins to churn a weight lifts from my shoulders, my eyes show life and then the answer becomes clear, clear like the daylight which hides behind my closed blinds.

I am a victim of boredom, the monster that eats at the time of those with nothing to do. It has eaten the better part of my day and now encroaches upon my night.

Enough I say as I swat at it with the weapons in my possession. My arsenal is thought, and with every moment that I think of what this boredom has taken from me, I think of new things and very quickly the battle is won.

The boredom recedes to the darkest of corners, defeated upon this day. Defeated…but angered and as it stares from its corner in the recesses of my mind, It vows its vengeance tenfold.

When it comes again, I will be ready. So long as I do not let my mind grow dull.