If anyone knows how much I hate poop, Internet, it's you. I hate poop with every fiber of my being. I hate pooping. I hate poop-making. I hate the idea that as I am eating, the food is becoming poop. I hate poop.
But in my family, it's sort of supposed to be like "poop happens, life goes on." LIFE DOES NOT GO ON AFTER POOP. What I'd give to be a person who lives with constipation. I would only poop half of the time that I poop now. Can you imagine that? Half of the time. That would free up at least an entire day for me to do whatever the crap I wanted! In the time I'd be pooping, I could draw a picture of a dinosaur. I could write a song. If I took five instances of pooping and instead didn't poop, I would have enough time to walk to the store, buy a soda pop, and come back!
As a side note: I read somewhere that the movie Cloverfield was actually supposed to have a real horror-movie title, but ended up keeping its shipped-to-theaters name because the trailer became so popular. I guess I think that's most funny because I've been reading IMDb for a while now, and a lot of movies have that shipped-to-theaters name, usually something like "Garden Huggers 2" or something.
Which makes me wonder, if production companies are worried about hustlers stealing movie reels, maybe they should ship them names under things that actually seem plausible. Not a stupid name like Cloverfield. But like, "Liberty" or somesuch. I don't know. I'm just saying.
What was I talking about? Poop? Jeez, why did I even start writing this post? I'm a terrible person.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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