We are supposed to become wiser with age, but I find myself just running out of excuses for my dumbness. It's as if time peels away layers of our bullshit so that we can't even present the lie convincingly anymore. The new lie is acceptance of our fate and our behavior. This is "who I am." I can't change this behavior it is "ingrained". I've used 33 cards in a 52 card deck and I'm running out of Aces.
I have to also realize that being ill with some brutal congestive head cold can affect my thinking. I can barely breath and keep my head from imploding under the force of the pressure inside of it. I'm wondering about that pop rocks and diet soda idea right now. Does anyone still sell pop rocks? Maybe I will throw a few mentos in there for good measure. Is that my brain on fire I smell cooking?
I won't keep rambling because my attempt at a profound and inspiring post has been sullied by Happy Days. Tomorrow is another day and Annie is getting a remake and I'm sure we aren't too far from a Gone with the Wind remake and Scarlett O'Hara being cast. And with Hollywood's great casting, do I smell Oscar for Megan Fox? Thanks for reading for the last year and I'll promise to add more in depth knowledge and perspective the next go around or I'll just jump in the water. Who needs pop rocks?