TMSAC. G, IHMondays.

I'm going to have to start worrying.

Other blogs about PB&J sandwiches and hairballs don't have to break a sweat. See, because other people blog about their days, they always have a topic to blog about.
As for myself, I'm limited to a certain amount of witty queries thanks to my small attention capacity. God, I hate Mondays.

What can I do when that day comes, when everything I can think of is in this blog?
Should I start blogging about my day, like the rest of the people that control blogs?
No, I have a policy.
Am I going to be forced to stop blogging altogether? Surely not.

In reality, Mind Bottling will die before I lose my blogging ideas. Just like the Ghettobook before it. Like the Ghettobook, I was stoked when I started it.

Even now, I can see myself tending to blogger less every week. I get bored thanks to my small attention capacity. God, I hate Mondays.

Ah, we'll see what happens.
As you might have noticed I'm home! It's the freshest smog-infested atmosphere I've ever tasted on my tongue, and I love it.


CuppiT3A Cakes (10:26:55 PM): AHH. ryan reminds me of SOYMILK


solarpoweredspaz (11:18:40 PM): You sounds lonely, Cat.
solarpoweredspaz (11:18:47 PM): Lonely and sad and pathetic.
studm00ffin (11:18:49 PM): I am acutally.
studm00ffin (11:18:52 PM): pretty much
studm00ffin (11:18:55 PM): ive got to admit
studm00ffin (11:18:58 PM): i eat lunch alone

Somebody make friends with her, before I smash some faces.
But then again, you brought it upon yourself Cat.