I am sitting here at Starbucks, hoping the coffee filled atmosphere will magically give me the motivation to write my essays. Sadly, it does not. So instead of essays I am writing about my obsession of the week, which is…drumroll please…fog.
“What the fuck.” You say to yourself. You were expecting something awesome, like ninja-dragons or manbearpigs; you know, what normal people are obsessed with. Well friend, prepare for a big bitch-slap in the face because fog is awesome.
I woke up this morning and it looked like Mother Nature had smoked seven thousand pounds of marijuana; I honestly could not see my dog seven feet in front of me. It was awesome, because nothing ever happens in Texas.
It was not awesome ten minutes later, when I had to drive to the grocery store. Then it was scary as shit. Driving into a wall of pure white is just about as scary as a possessed murder clown with a hack saw.
I was completely blind to everything around me. For all knew there could have been a car full of murder-clowns right next to me, waving their hack saws and preparing Ebola grenades.
There probably wasn’t…but you never know.
Anyways, after it went away I was sad. I missed that strange, ominous feeling of knowing there could be anything beyond that sinster white fluff. I wanted more…
And more…
And more…
MUHAHAHAHA
And that’s why it is my obsession of the week:D
Also…on a less disturbing (or maybe equally disturbing...) note I decided to dress my dog up in a Halloween costume instead of writing an essay on the positives and negatives of congress.
Look at the expression on her face…
It says "Halloween is my favorite holiday! I love you, claire."
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