Readability Index: Weak
I haven’t started the god damn laundry yet. I guess that’s not a big deal, because normally I would have to work, and I think last Monday I…wait I just remembered I have to write down this story about a squirrel that died outside a few days ago…stayed in bed until like 12 or 2:15. I just received a mysterious text: “Under the silverware by the last well.” So I guess I’m not wasting all that much time. As if time was something one could waste. Damn and I haven’t called to cancel my Wells Fargo account…oh but then again I did try to do that, it’s just the deposit hasn’t cleared yet. Fuck it.
I did manage to read some new blogs and comment on some shit again. Commenting is fun than a mother fucker. Reaching out to other minds and shit. We’re all just minds in this bitch like it’s the matrix.
Ah Christ. It’s cold in the living room. I’m going outside and go to the library and shit like that to get some books about a different country. And some more coffee.
Had to start typing on my girlfriend’s computer because mine started acting crazy, displaying websites all fucked up.
I’m starting to think your onto something with this readability thing…
Right? It’s awesome because I can post whatever I want and still don’t have to hurt people along the way. I also thought about starting a separate blog for posts that are actually good. If anything like that ever came around.
You should make a key somewhere on your blog. Just to be sure.