The Dumbsaint Chronicles: Records of a rambling mind

In which I ramble about whatever’s going through my A.D.D. head at the moment, for your groovy beatnik enjoyment. Tré Coolsville, Daddy-O…

Urgh! Society is too uptight. I’m so sick of living among this species. I’m telling you, animals have it made. It’s so unbearable with this recent heatwave to wear restrictive clothing. Sometimes you just want to scratch yourself in various places on your torso. If you’re an animal, it’s totally cool. You think squirrels get offended when they see another squirrel scratching its crotch? Only if that squirrel is doing it in their tree maybe, but that’s a matter of turf. Squirrels are crazy about their turf, man. Ow, my neck hurts. A lot. Jeez. Just once I’d like to meet some people who weren’t completely uptight and insecure about their bodies and being living beings. I don’t know how much longer I can deal with society before I just go completely bananas and have to go run off and live in the woods like a monkey. On a questionably related subject, I’m so farkin’ sick of being a virgin. To make up for these years and years of celibacy, I feel I’ve worked up a sex-debt. I’ll need to have sex round the clock with dozens of random strangers to make up for it. Yes. This is a good idea.

On that clearly mature and logical note, I fear I must retire for the evening, gentle reader. My brain is too tired to continue with the random stupid thought-makings.

- Nutsjesmoar, out.