special bonus- stalker edition

The following is about 20 minutes worth of typing whatever came into my head. It's part 2 of a blog I posted on my Myspace blog. I've been posting over there too much in the past couple of days, so I thought that I would add the rest over here.

It's that time of night. "what do you want for dinner?" "I don't know. What do you feel like?" "I am so hungry, I could eat anything." "Okay. What don't you like?" "I don't know. What do you feel like?"

I could eat cheese and crackers and be happy. Discount anime, free ringtones. Free Alien vs Predator.

I used lotion on my arms. "Sea" flavored. scented. I didn't taste it. It doesn't smell like the beach. Maybe the middle of the sea. The middle of the sea if you threw a bunch of perfumed grannies in there. "Fresh New Cruise Disaster Scent"

I've got 119 points in the My Coke Rewards deal. I need 200 points for a $25 gift certificate to the Adidas Store. Brandi needs a new pair of shoes! It's too bad I've lost my dice. Is that a term for losing your mind? Maybe I am thinking "lost my marbles."

Wow, my arms are smooth. um... yeah. I actually think that in my head.

"ummm"

Like I am trying to keep myself interested in my own thoughts and I don't want to be distracted. By other thoughts. It's 6:22 on a Friday night. Tonight I am going to party like there's no tomorrow. woo yeah!

I actually think that sometimes. "wooo" it's usually followed with an imaginary girls gone wild moment. I just read up a little. "I actually think that in my head." What's that supposed to mean? I saw a thing on Maury or Sally or Donahue back a long time ago about this girl who has a transplanted organ from a young man who died. Suddenly, after living for years as a vegetarian, she always had a hankerin' for chicken mcnuggets. I think she also bought a leather jacket. It turns out she got her kidney from a biker who loved McDonald's.

So maybe you store memories in other bits of your body. Or maybe your kidneys store up dipping sauce and release it to your brain throughout your life. That's just dumb. But that's what came out of my head. Or my gall bladder.

We're going with cheesy baked pasta. That sounds cool to me. I don't hate pasta.

I am writing the draft of this in my gmail, just like the last one. I sure do have a lot of labels in this thing! I like to keep things organized, and this is the perfect email provider for that type of thing. I can't go on enough about how much I love gmail.

I wouldn't, like, marry it or anything.

I think it's about time to spell check this one and post it up.

Thanks for reading!