I dont know what that post title means. I just like to say it.

I have nothing good for you guys. I’ve been sore for days because, little did i know, that upon being HURLED from a moving vehicle, that upon impact to the ground you will be sore. It will feel like you were hurled at the ground at 25 miles an hour.

I’ve come to the conclusion that not only am I a procrastinator. I believe that it was my bloodline, many, many moon ago that invented procrastination. Somewhere in an African Village, where everyone was working, doing what it is that they were SUPPOSED to do. There was one tribesman, who decided ‘Eh, I think I’m gonna go watch the Elephants play. I’m sure someone else will collect water for the village. I mean come on, its a beautiful day. Why should I have to deal with…oooh, look, a butterfly!’

My ancestors had ADD as well.

And so it was that procrastination was born. Someone else did infact gather the water. And other tribesman were like ‘What the? You mean he just didn’t feel like doing it and he got away with it? Thats…Thats…Thats awesome.’

I’ve come to a conclusion. You can’t be very threatening if you’re reading a romance novel. Like if you’re on a train and somoene kinda bumps into you and you wanna some how express you aren’t someone to be triffled with. Glaring at them with a book in your hand titled ‘Days of love, nights of desire’ isnt really frightening.

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