Habit

a habit is some­thing that is con­sid­ered rather con­stant i think. if you do some­thing only once or once in a while then it is not a habit. a habit is some­thing you do all the time — like rub­bing a bal­loon on a cat or throw­ing toast­ers at things. my habits con­stant­ly change. or per­haps there­fore i have no habits. or maybe i only have qua­si-habits. Nuns wear habits but i dont have one of those either.

so to make a short sto­ry long, when i am not surf­ing the inter­net on a reg­u­lar basis, i cease to surf the inter­net at all. and when i need to use it, i just use it for vague­ly com­mer­cial pur­pos­es, or for info of what­ev­er species it is that i am not informed of. or i’ll bring my lunch to work for a week and then not eat lunch at work the next week.

my morn­ing habits have been the same for years how­ev­er.
[excrete, show­er, deodor­ant, dress, drink, brush teeth, rub bal­loon on cat]
i am a ran­dom crazy dork­ish jack­ass son of a bitch [sor­ry mom] and i deserve to be blud­geoned with a rub­ber chick­en for the things i’ve said and done to those i love. but in the end, any guilt or remorse is use­less for all such deeds, and indeed, all deeds after all end in death.

that was a bit mor­bid. i should go wan­der into things now.

work is like a giant nurs­ery. i put rec­tan­gu­lar pegs into rec­tan­gu­lar maws and then burp them 114:12 or 6:30 or 97:17 lat­er. then i clothe them in lit­tle white skivvies and send them out to face the tri­als and tor­ments of the wide world of being a VHS tape. i think ive puked out enough junk for now although i sense some resid­ual pool­ing under my eyes.

Sep­a­ra­tion [Study]
Smober the Sock Gob­lin