I don’t know why I’m doing this

Oh, damn. When I finally managed to type out the same thing for the second time and was amused by how smart ass and hypocritical I sound, it has to disappear for the second time. Which is just about as wonderful as starting your day by having bird shit land on your favourite shirt (which you happen to be wearing) when you’re at this distance away from home that if you head back and change, you’ll be late for whatever you have on. Not that I want it to ever happen, and I don’t really want to know (after learning that birds can still shit when they are flying, in a way that leaves no room for argument).

And here now I’m typing something similar out again, copying whatever I have typed every few sentences just to prove how stubborn I am, and probably keep myself busy at work.

Thing is that, I’m not entirely sure why I created this tumblr in the first place, but now it has become such that I’m posting things that I’ve thought about, or liked and enjoyed on a deeper level as compared to whatever’s on 25b2altx. These are merely afterthoughts (of an event), things that have provoked some thought and things that I like or have been amused by. Which means that these are just extensions of what have already happened, and ‘have already happened’ means that it’s something that is overrr and that it’s only here to help you waste your time and spoonfeed you with some food for thought to occupy your mind so there’s no need to be too serious that you start feeling sad or angry or sympathy.

Man, I’ve lost that ‘think I’m all that’, pompous ass edge along with my enthusiasm (having typed the same thing twice before this).