Boredom

I have been told that I'm bored because I wrote about what I read. Hmm. Valid point. Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just writing about something I found interesting during one of my many escapades on the world wide web. Maybe. Or maybe I found it cool to write about zombies. Yeah, that must be it.

I mean, hell, we have even written about a guy getting traded for several baseball bats. Well, ok, not we, but seeing that we're a 'team', I might as well say we. But yeah, I'm the bored one.

And, to a certain point, there is fact in the statement. I am bored out of my motherf*cking mind. Excuse my french. But alas, that is not the reason for me writing about H1Z1. Far from it.

What are my reasons? Quite frankly, I have no particular reasons why I wrote it. But maybe, I don't know, just maybe I needed a little chuckle during this time of crisis. I mean, come on. Humans are being killed by a flu that is normally reserved for pigs. And actually, it is not technically Swine Flu. But hey, if you're in tune with the news, you should already know that. Oh my bad, you're not bored. You are busy. Therefore I'm the bored one. But the virus is pretty uncool nonetheless.

Ramble, ramble, ramble.

Who gives a f*ck? Not me.

But you are right. I am bored.

Oh well, it's one of the only times you are right, so I'll give you this one.

*smile*

Bitch.

I'm out.