I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary

...yes that's the way they spelled it, too. I am not an illiterate.

But yeah. So I am amazingly tired. Though, I can't believe I wrote that in each of the three posts I just typed before this. How extremely articulate and creative.

I think I should just answer a few FAQ that I bet youre asking. If you're not, don't read then! Simple.

Q = Why is the blog called old school punk and hot cocoa?
A = Because I like both. They are the Juliet to my Romeo. MmHmm.

Q = Who the hell are you? Stop wasting the internet for your crazy shenanigans, because back in m day blah blah blahbiddy blah blah...
A = I know, they let all sorts of riff raff onto the world wide webberz nowadays. Such a shame.

Anyways. I think I should write later. OK. It's a date.

Lobotomy! Lobotomy!

Mmkay. here's my latest shot at a meaningful blog:

This will be about how much I love hot cocoa.

OK, so can I say that I am a total wimp? Well, yeah, I guess I can. But whatever. I basically wake up to my mom rubbing my back and the scent of the hot cocoa she is taunting me with.

"Wake up, sweetie! Here's some cocoaaa...."

So, wheres the taunting part, you may ask?

It's the part where she subliminally tells me that I cannot have that wonderful cocoa unless I wake up. Damn damn damn.

But don't get me wrong. I am grateful for my chocolatey goodness. People in thirdworld countries don't wake up without cocoa. I bet you they don't wake up with any beverage... none! whatsoever!!!

And that, my dear friends, SHOCKS ME.

America is screwed up. Why don't we help other countries, I ask you?

I'm going to end this post now. But I have one last word, one word only...

"Why?"

They say they wanna Kill The Poor

Oh my gahh. So tired. Yeah. But I don't want to go to bed right now.

Oh well, I will later.

Like, in 3 minutes. *Cue Countdown.*

While I'm waiting, I should write a meaningful blog. Something that will change the world. Because that's all the world needs.... a weirdo with a keyboard. Yeah. That will equal world peace, and feed third world children.

OK, I have no clue where I'm going here.

But yeah, so there's your meaningful blog. Have fun.

I kick you in the head, you got nothing to say

Hello all. I'm suffering from insomnia...
...Yet again.

And I'm not quite sure how I'll take care of this. Probably drink some milk or something. They say it works for babies, why not people with the maturity of one?

And so what if all I have is powdered milk? It's not like I'm deprived of lactose or anything.

But yeah, enough of that topic, it's getting boring.

Let's see.... well, I'm going to bet in about 11 minutes. Funfunfun.

I mean, I do have a schedule here. Har har har.

But I did get to buzz my hair off today. Fun! Now I look like Sinead O'Connor, though... Jeez.

That's all I need for my reputation. Become a stunt double for a woman who rips pictures of the Pope on SNL. Yeah, peachy.

Anyways. That's getting boring, also.

I'm learning to crochet. Well, I already knew how. But I guess it's safe to say I'm better now.

Argh. I'm too sleepy to write. Buhbye.