Booooost

Apparently theres a phone with a walkie talkie plan. I'm looking to replace my Tmobile prepaid plan with something that actually works, and doesn't have phones that are meant to last about 2.5 days... Yeah.....

I haven't posted in a while. And I'm still not doing anything exciting in my life. Yet.
Imaging traveling the globe, with a job that you control (like photography), and living in a small village in Norway..................yeah.....

That reminds me. I should do something awesome. Like hijack a cruise ship and drive to New Zealand. That would be fun. Just make sure to wear gloves and a face mask, and to be sneaky about it. And it will be a nice, relaxing cruise, with people freakin out when I make doughnuts in my own wake. On a cruise ship. Lalalalalalala. Llamas.

I was imagining if I was born 3 years ago, and suddenly time stopped as I aged. And it resumed as it is now, so I'd look my age, but only be 3.
Or if I was born and abandoned in the wild and raised by loving bears. Then some scientists found me and raised me as their test-subject child. But I missed my bear comrades, and always wanted to return to my real parents (the bears). And that's probably why enviro bear is such a good game.

Hopefully, you didn't just eat. Today, when walking out of a hallway, I saw barf on the ground next to me. It looked nice and fresh, and chunky, and gooey, and pasty. Delicious. Hopefully, that doesn't wanna make you throw up, and if it does, you have a weak stomach. Rawrrrr!

Imagine if everyone was born with a unique racing stripe. An exact color (like all those random useless colors in the 9001 crayon box) with an exact design, all the way down to the molecule. Like a fingerprint, but a racing stripe, down your spine, or of your calves. Haha. Baby cows.

Today, people were eating a giant apple. Probably like the size of your head. And while they were eating that wonderfully delicious apple, my thoughts ran "How many chemicals were pumped into that one?"
Then continued on with my day.

And for a concluding thought (finally, I thought he'd NEVER end!), let's play the famous drawing game: Draw my thing. Guess what I'm drawing: :/
That's right! A bored face!

This post was a result of brain barf. Wanna try it? Comments are below.