Internet-less

It’s been a while.

You know how boring it is stuck at home without the internet? All you do is repeat the same things all over again. Then I find myself thinking. I seldom think- I finally realized that. It’s like I’m on a freaking rehab. My house is an ass-kicking Rehabilitation Center For Netizens. RCFN. I even gave it an acronym.

Sometimes when I’m having a bubble bath- I wonder why the bubbles disappear when you turn off the freaking faucet. I mean, why can’t they still keep bubbling without the stupid running water? And when the bubbles get to your ears they are so noisy. They sound like popping candy. It’s annoying. It’s because the bubbles pop in your ears, right? Why can’t they freaking pop somewhere else? Why don’t they sink under water and just pop there? But they pop in my ears and I can’t do anything about it. It’s hella natural. And then they all twinkle like little pretty stars. They’re not stars. They’re freaking twinkling, these bubbles. And they are really pretty, unlike chocolates. Chocolates are yummy, but they don’t look so good. They’re like mud, but they’re creamy. Creamy mud. That’s hella deadly. But I know I love creamy mud. It’s just not twinkly like the bubbles that noisily pop in my ears. At least chocolates never pop in your ears. Or do they?

That’s just how the world rolls, I guess. Who am I to question nature? I’m just a young girl who wants her internet back so she could read Demi Lovato’s Wikipedia page.

So to kill boredom at home, I just post pictures like these. Go easy on me. I’m not a photograph-freaking-ER.

=D