TERROR TERROR TERROR BOMB BOMB BOMB TERRORISM PARLIAMENT I HID THE BOMB IN THE HONEYPOT BY THE TREE.
THE KEY IS THIS MACARONI AND GLUE BEE A CO-CONSPIRATOR GAVE ME.
I know it’s been awhile but I worked out how to do streams! If you wanna give me a follow it’s at twitch.tv/sirselah. I uploaded my first one to YouTube. The audio is a bit off but here you go!
Seeing as how conventional methods of beating the heat doesn’t work very well for most people, I decided to challenge it directly.
First I tried some simple methods. I began by challenging the heat to a game of “Rock, Paper, Scissors”. Apparently sun beats all three. I tried various board, dice and card games but apparently the heat is just a giant cheaterface who never plays by the rules. Most of the time its strategy is “Do nothing except try to melt your shit and make you pass out”.
My next attempt involved trying to physical heat via acts of violence. I used all kinds of weapons but the heat was everywhere and penetrated everything. I had also learned that explosives only add to the threat instead of eliminating it. Go figure. Out of ideas I then resorted to defiance. I wore my entire wardrobe simultaneously as I took a jog over some flat, empty fields at around one in the afternoon without bringing any supplies and no route planned out.
I just got out of the hospital yesterday and am currently in the planning stages of my next move.
. . . Is drawn erotica! I’m excited. At this rate the term ‘drawn erotica’ will overtake ‘poorly drawn bees’ as the most popular search term for finding my site within a month or two.
Normal(ish) site update coming later this week. ❤
One time Marsh and I were on the bus when this guy asked a kid that he was taking care of (who couldn’t have been older than ten) what he was going to do about something he just said/did in a joking manner. The kid was like “Knock knock.”
Man, I wish I was that cool as a kid.
I’ve always been somewhat amused that one of the things people generally do after being drenched during a downpour from a mixture of water from the rain and moisture from sweat is to go home and take a shower in more water. I mean, I understand why that’s necessary and all. I’m just amused.
Whelp, that’s all I had to say on that. I went to dailypost.wordpress.com and found this gem for today:
Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?”
Is . . . I don’t even understand if that’s a question? Although if I was to spend an extensive amount of time traveling in any of those environments I guess I would need a shower afterwards.
You know what? I’m not done talking about showers yet.
I know I’ve touched on the misfortune of having frightening thoughts about spiders and stuff while you’re washing your face and you can’t open your eyes because you’ll get soap/shampoo in them so you’re just stuck with those thoughts for several seconds but . . . There are good thoughts that happen in the shower as well. The shower is the one place in the world that’s still internet/smartphone free, so it’s the one place in the world that everyone can just take a few minutes and have a thought. Or two on a good day. So until I get a waterproof cover for my phone I guess that’ll always be the best place for ideas.
Maybe I should’ve tried to write something after a shower because I clearly don’t have any clue on what I should be writing about right now.