Juce

Juce. You should feel horrible. I had to argue with you AGAIN about how the bass is important in a song. Wow.
Well, today was boring. It rained, which is unusual here. And I just had one of those things where you just stare into space. Even though I knew I should be writing this, I just stared tiredly. Lame.
Nothing is being very exciting right now, so I'll post a picture.

Now, all that looks like to you is probably a bunch of lines that give you a stupid headache because there's no color and it's just boring. I mean, who would want to look at that? Well, if you examine closer it still gives you a stupid headache. Maybe I should post a better picture next time.

Well, it's time to think of something to do. Like write a short story.
I just wrote something, but then it became really, well, you could easily say that's what she said to it.
Once there was this guy. He had no life. Everyday, he would walk outside, and smell the crisp, exciting air. "Meh.", he grunted, and went back into his dull, colorless house. This happened every day. After a couple years of doing this every day (todos los dias for you bilingual people out there), he decided to venture out into the streets of poverty and violence. He walked, until the end of his block. Then his arm started to burn. "What could this be?" he thought, "Happiness? Joy? I haven't been outside in such a long time, so this might be enjoyable to most!" he awkwardly shouted. His neighbors ran outside, to stare at this weird man. Suddenly, he caught on fire and died.