Vague Insanty 048

So I'm sitting here and thinking "Okay, what's my motivation?" Not that I actually have a motivation, or want one, but you know if you are going to do something, you might as well come up with a lame-ass rationalization for it. Doing things just because you are supposed to, or because it's right, is fairly boring.

I want to come up with a complex, deeply psychologically fucked up, reason for all my actions and then use that in an elaborate court defense before any charges are even leveled at me.

I think once I have constructed this complex psychotic mental prison for myself I will drink a chocolate soda and smile and tell the rats that they are my friends and then I will stumble about drunkenly and look at vaguely pornographic photos of people I used to know in high school.

My reasons for doing all of this are so complex that I promise I can't explain them to you. I'd like to. But I am too stupid to understand the underlying mental traumas that focus my inane actions.

I think I will go see a movie and then eat a hamburger and then go to sleep - all for some weird ulterior motive you could not possibly understand.