Just a Never-Ending Trail of Thought

I'm just grasping at thin air. Apparently my life is not very eventful. Either that or I just don't like talking about it. Though I do forget a lot. That happens a lot. I forget so much. I wonder if that means I'm gonna have Alzheimer's at an early age.

That would be bad. I'm only a young teenager.

Right now this is me just talking to myself, and you get the pleasure of reading. Don't you just love it?

I have a dog. He's a good dog. His name's Ben.

I'm just bored. But don't tell my mom that. She'll give me work to do if she hears that. I'm fine just typing on her little computer, letting you know what I'm thinking, just minding my own business while she does what she does. Which is..well, I really don't know. Nor is it my problem.

Did I tell you all cats are evil? Every cat is demonic. If you're a cat person, I'm sorry. But it's true. Cats are the spawn of Satan. Or his pets.

You never see a movie called "All Cats Go To Heaven." No one really cares about cats. Except grandparents. For some reason most grandparents like cats. I don't know why that is.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you drove a car as fast as it would go and all of a sudden just stuck it in reverse? If you ever do this, let me know how it turns out for ya. If you're still ..you know...alive and able to do more than drool afterward.

Pressure...pressure...writer's block here. My mind is an abyss .. filled with...stuff....

You ever have those times where you don't know what you're thinking and you're trying to think about what you're thinking and it turns out that all you're thinking about is why you don't know what you're thinking to start with? It's really weird, but it happens to me a lot.

And no, I'm not high.

If you're dazed and confused you can stop reading now. This is what happens when you feel like you need to post something but just really don't have anything to say.

Welcome to my mind.

Once again....an abyss....filled with stuff.