Ever like something and have no idea why? Ever feel as if you shouldn't eat that last chocolate covered coffee bean? After all, you've eaten like 50. I went to go see the movie 300 a second time today. I liked it, obviously. That is to say, I found it entertaining. Despite all the shirtless men, I never felt gay while watching it. Except for the cameo by Apophis from stargate. He calls himself xerxes in that movie though... Even more entertaining is how worked up people can get over something as trivial as, say, a movie. Or music. The only time I got worked up about anything in another country was the Brazillian drug cartels and their lumber operations that don't actually exsist. All of these thoughts and more will be expanded upon in the upcoming book, 'How Mountain Dew saved the World and Other things that Never really happened'.
I've been writing. I have like a sketchbook full of art that I have yet to submit. I hate art dumps. I refuse to art dump. What a dilema! I think what I need is a chocolate covered coffee bean and to get a corn cob pipe; random things with nothing to do with the subject at hand have that effect on me, afterall. That clarifying effect. The kind of effect where you forget what you were talking about just a moment before but keep typing anyway. You know the kind.
mwoha. What the hall?