Fuzzy Storytime

Things often smell like butter around these parts. It's entirely possible I will tear an entire ream of computer paper into tiny 1-inch squares, just to say I've torn an entire ream of computer paper into 1-inch squares. Today I took a shower in the parking lot of my job. It was completely against my will. Honest. Fred Astaire can go fuck himself. If you read everything backwards, an interesting story will eventually develop. Right now I'm reading "Feed" by Mira Grant. It's a zombie story where zombies feature very little. It's actually more of a story about a news blogger in a zombie apocalypse. It's really quite a good read. I'm enjoying it. I have now changed the title of this blog three times. I'm liable to change it another half dozen times before I'm done "writing" this blog. I just typed an extra "o" in blog, so it read "bloog". Made me giggle-snort. If a clan of ninjas offered you protection, how would you know they were doing what you paid them for? I hate twitter, but I love this shit. What's up with that? I generally don't do things unless I have to or want to. There's this large gray area, though, and I've never been good with that area. If you want something from me, I usually have no problem with anything. People have these expectations of me, and I'm just far too centered on thinking about Batman and boobs (as stated in a previous post). Also, I realize that human interaction is an inevitability, even if I'd rather avoid it whenever possible. Generally, I'm happiest when I'm left alone to my own devices. When I want human contact, I go out and get it. The fact that I don't go out and get it all that often? Yes, that means something. It's important. I have the sudden urge to build things out of mashed potatoes. Good news! Now that I'm tired of rambling, I can honestly say that I have not changed the title of this blog since I mentioned it earlier. HUZZAH!