As Seen On The Bathroom Wall

Sometimes, you get a boost of drama from the sources you don't expect, and the solutions seem far away and fairly unreachable. I suppose that's normal; everyone has these moments at least once or twice in a year. I guess the fundamental lessons that we're supposed to learn from them is to one, never give up, and two, if you do give up, don't expect anyone to be sincere when they say that they understand because even if they'd have done it themselves, they truly don't understand.

You're going to have to deal with the ups and downs of life. That's a given. The real problem is how exactly you deal with it. Are you going to go into denial and let the world fall around around you, let yourself steep in your misery? Will you face your demons head on and charge forth like a rabid, colorblind bull in the middle of Forks, Washington?

I suppose when it all comes down to it, we end up falling somewhere in the middle.

What makes up a dumbass?

There are many components, really. For starters, there are the feet. Two normally useful appendages commonly utilized for walking, are merely transportation devices meant for the delivery of dumbassdom to any vicinity. Next, we examine the hands. Capable of creation for most people, the hands of a dumbass are capable of only ridiculous gesticulations during some rabid attack of interpretive dance induced, gogo dancing inspired diatribe about politics. Confused? Imagine how the dumbass feels.

Now we come to the mouth. Less environmentally friendly items have come out of Chernobyl than from this orifice. With the ability to drop a pound of bullshit in a single syllable, the mouth of a dumbass could be its most formidable weapon. Of course, all one need do is wait for the rest of the word to realize that it'll most likely be mispronounced, a few extra syllables added on for effect, and completely taken out of context. (e.g. Strategery)

But, before we lay all of our eggs in the basket of oral idiocy, let us not forget the eyes. The eyes are the windows into one's soul, it has been exclaimed. In the eyes of a dumbass, all you're usually left wondering is if you'd do more harm than good with some windex.

Finally, we have traveled to the brain. Truly the core of the dumbass, the center of its own universe. What riddles can be solved here? What mysteries shall we uncover the truth to here?

Nothing.

I've made oodles of changes to this stupid blog, and every time I come back to check on it, it's all gone...all of it. My blog roll...gone. My images...gone. My widgets...gone.

It's much easier using my own host...*poundering*