bored out of my skull

dude, why can't i think of anything to write, say, do, think, i pheel stoopid. maybe it's this lame ass movie on. waiting for skinner seazon. still don't know if i'm diggin this whole thing at the moment, getting uzed to it. still reconvincing myself of the fact that i can say whatever the phuk i want. i don't know, maybe just deluzional again. just phuking bored. just testing out the page to see what all i can do. where can i post my picture. wish it could look different though. digital diversity. letting my food get cold. playing devin townzend deadhead over and over. gotta change the channel. 4:20pm. going thru mp3z, deleting copiez. i am so syck of packing and moving, packing and moving. i don't mind getting rid of alot of shyt, i'm fine with that, alot of the shyt we have iz useless shyt, that we could do without. i just fear going thru the pilez of shyt to find all the shyt we want to keep. what i want to do iz, if we can turn the tv off, i'll sit next to a bunch of boxez, one labelled 'found shyt', and one labelled 'trash', which i will take out often, and you start digging thru the pile, and hand me halfway organized shyt, and i'll organize it and put it in the boxez, and when you get tired of standing, we'll switch, but i want you to start off with all the paper shyt in this front table pile, cauze you'll get stuck reading it, and i don't want to touch it. make sense? asking too much? eh? i mean, i barely have enuph time to go thru the mp3z enuph to make a playlist. man. damn. it's not that i want you to do it all, it's just that i'm syck of doing it and don't want to. so... iz this a worthy post yet?