

I stole these from some place on google that stole them from somebody else on google and tacked on a white box with their logo. Always gives it away almost as obviously as when the graphic isn’t proportioned right.
I stole these from some place on google that stole them from somebody else on google and tacked on a white box with their logo. Always gives it away almost as obviously as when the graphic isn’t proportioned right.
Images via google…
I feel exactly the way this guy looks and think I will go back to bed this morning. Why? Simply because I can, that’s why… Soooo as I converse with myself out loud here, I hope everyone is well out there. I’ll be back in an hour or two.
Avoiding humanity as much as possible…. Not a new thing for this introvert at all. In fact, that is sort of my paradise. I have a nice “Power Window” on the world to fill my mind with everything as good and as intelligent as possible. Yet I don’t have anybody around that I have to act like a normal human with. There’s a danger in loving that solitude at my age, and its simply that since I did everything I wanted to as a hetero male I can now act anyway I want and prefer being alone.
I don’t have to share Television and Movie choices, my time is my own. I never have to eat meals that a spouse or roomy likes and I don’t. I CAN FART when ever I want.. The list is endless, and most importantly with social media I rarely feel how lonely I am. I can be part of the tribe without being with the tribe. Ahhh the coffee’s kicking in now…
Dog’s are much more loyal than most people, so having a big 101 lb. Black Labrador Retriever as an unconditionally loving fur baby, who would give his life for me… I cant find a single picture of him right now. wtf…
Anyway life has not changed hardly at all, BUT THE WORLD making huge never before actions, and with this world kind of being in the same boat it should help bring the planet together.. The world leaders certainly have a common bond now that has got them talking on a level never seen before. This virus is like the roof fire at the cathedral of Notre Dame. It needed to be replaced anyway, but they were short of funds to do it and the fire brought people together and people pledged to fund the rebuild it needs. Many are saying this may be the rapture and God is taking the old home and thinning the crop. A Tumblr friend said “The gods, their culling the heard now”
I just get this feeling I can’t seem to shake, like that this is the first of many more cataclysms that are out of sight but just around the corner.. A supposed ex CIA agent on Facebook said there is an asteroid coming they know will end the world and they don’t want to panic everyone when there is nothing that can be done. The part in the text where hes tied it to the virus didn’t seem to fit. Worded it like he wanted to make the impression they made the virus to distract us from the Asteroid, so, I doubt its true, but just what if? So n the good side, this scare has me doing things I’ve been putting off and want to do while I still have time. I also feel I need to prepare for any eventuality, in case there is another disaster. That damn earthquake had me in a state of mind like. “I’m looking at everything I want to do and wont be able to now with the end coming so soon. Its been great motivation so it’s good for something anyway…
So “happy pandemic stay at a home and ponder the future Monday folks”.
Bah-da bah-da-da-da
Bah-da bah-da-da-da
Bah-da bah-da-da-da
Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’ couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evenin’ you would still be here with me
Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin’ you gave me no warnin’ of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time
Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be
But Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’ couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evenin’ you would still be here with me
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah (yeah)
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time
Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday, Monday, won’t go away
Monday, Monday, it’s here to stay
Oh Monday, Monday
Oh Monday, Monday
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