I don’t know what I’m doing here. I just got up from a 2-hour sleep and went “It’s frickin’ hot. Fuck this shit, I’m going to McDonald’s in Emerald.” So maybe I do know why I’m here. I can’t sleep. Because it’s frickin’ hot at the apartment. Also, I blame a girl. It’s always about a girl, isn’t it?

At this hour, with little sleep, only random things can be blogged by my random brain. What does that even mean, “random brain”? Tss.

They’re playing Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus songs here. Beggars can’t be choosers.

I want a new name. Here’s a list of the names I’m considering:

Dr. Bloodfang McKickface
Laserwolf Deathplosion
Thunderfire Venomclaw
Bomber Satanblood
Hurricane Sharkpunch
Babyface Killswitch
Hellskull Gravetalon
Rocky St. Bazooka
Electroslash Supernova
Stabhammer Devilbone

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Whenever something or someone fascinates me enough, I get inspired to write a blog post. Sometimes, I write poetry (SHUT UP). And then there are those rare moments when I get the urge to write an entire a book. Of course, it’s only an urge. I never get the chance to actually start writing one. Well, except for that one time when I wrote half a chapter of a book about the staff of a high school newspaper fighting terrorists and werewolves. I digress. The point is, I feel like writing a book right now and it, like most of my dumb ideas, is inspired by a girl.

I would start the book with how I met her. How that night became legendary for us and our friends. I shall call this chapter “That Fateful Night”. I’ll discuss the intricate relationships involved and how, in a span of a few months, it all got increasingly complicated to the point of total hilarity.

I would follow that up with a chapter on how she started to blow my mind with her sense of humor, spirit and several talents. The day I said “Hooo boy. This girl’s Trouble.”

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