The ironic post that wasn’t really ironic but was more just dumb.

Sitting on my couch right now rather vegged. It’s 11:10pm on Monday night and I’m blinking as I notice the time because, uh? I usually post the next day’s post at midnight, and well, that’s less than an hour from now, and as you are reading this you realize that I have not written more than 2 sentences of a post and it’s about nothing but my current predicament.  Which is really a rather lame way to start a post.  I meant, which is really an AWESOME way to start a post.  (I am so lazy that is the extent to which I’m going to go to convince you.  Not convinced?  Me either.)

What are you supposed to do when you’re such a raging lazy douche that you know you need to write your post, and it needs to be done immediately, but you’re still all, “waahhh, I’m too lazy to do this…” ?

Well, if you’re also an attention seeking whinebag, you Tweet your lamentations.

And then people respond.

You laugh.  Then you go, uh, but really… what am I going to write about tonight?

And then you write about how you didn’t have anything to write about and it was almost midnight when you usually post and you didn’t really feel like writing about something so you Tweeted about it and then you got responses and then you laughed and then you wondered what you were going to write about.

Yeah.  I totally went there.

And the most awesome thing is that when you’re done typing up your pathetic excuse for a post, and you wonder, “What photo could I possibly use on this post?”  You decide that the best photo of all for this post would be a photo of the post.

So there.