The Thesis is 'Screaming Continuously for Nine Seconds'
No need to get a dictionary out, just yet. One of the many hot pro-tips you'll get on this "web log" is: We cannot choose what we think we care about. A Life Well Lived consists mainly of dwelling on the futility of understanding the incomprehensibility of your own irrational motives and raging out about having spent a god-loving thirty United States dollars on Resident Evil 7. You'll feel like you managed to even the scales a bit by knowing you got BlazBlue 3 for 75% off, but inside you'll know it's just still another item on the rapidly expanding list of comforting lies.
Other items on the list include: I voted/had sex/got an incrementally more convoluted job title/found ten dollars on the sidewalk; surely this means everything is coming up Millhouse and heading toward a logical end point with satisfactory plot throughline resolution. This is a febrile mockery of the universe's opinion of you.
Aw, heck, I didn't mean to get all Bleak Timeshare on you. This blog will have fun sometimes, I promise. We'll also see if we can't find meaning in a meaningless novelty cocktail. Why the heck not.
Other items on the list include: I voted/had sex/got an incrementally more convoluted job title/found ten dollars on the sidewalk; surely this means everything is coming up Millhouse and heading toward a logical end point with satisfactory plot throughline resolution. This is a febrile mockery of the universe's opinion of you.
Aw, heck, I didn't mean to get all Bleak Timeshare on you. This blog will have fun sometimes, I promise. We'll also see if we can't find meaning in a meaningless novelty cocktail. Why the heck not.
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