I Love You, Cold Unfeeling Robot Arm

We're beginning to wonder if we actually have original thoughts.

We don't believe in pessimism. We don't believe in pessimism because when you expect the worst, you unconsciously precipitate it. It seems to us that the worst does actually happen quite a lot. It also seems to us that expect everything to be wonderful, at least you're happy until proven wrong.

We had a dream where we woke up with retrograde amnesia, and we didn't remember an unspecified amount of time, somewhere around several months. Apparently in this amount of time, we had fallen deeply in love with someone named Matt, and this upsets us profoundly, now that we think about it, because we can't believe our dream world is so unimaginative, it named our dream character "Matt". Even our unconscious is unoriginal. Tsk. Anyway, this dream Matt recently broke up with us and broke our hearts, but we didn't remember any of it. So it was all very ironic when he texted us - texting is in our dreams now - and asked us to come over friday, because - we use the word because too much - we were so nonchalant about it all. We just wandered around a bookstore, where all our real life friends were, for some reason. Now we have the strange desire to wake up with amnesia, and be nonchalant, and wander around a bookstore.

It's the Hard Knock Life

Once, when we were about six, we remember one of our little chil'en friends asked her mommy if she could have tacos for dinner, and our mom said, "I wish my kids asked for tacos for dinner," and we were like, we don't even know what a freaking taco is.
That story has absolutely nothing to do with anything.
Sort of like this picture.


All we have heard about all week is how America is in a definite recession, which is really a depression, which is really the end of the world. We're kind of excited about this, because everything we've seen about the last depression has been in very nice sepia tones. In all honesty, we don't have any money, we can't get a job because we are legally children, and we just spent 20$ on a wig for no reason whatsoever. We guess we're just going to have to start being more hardcore about things, like armed robbery.

We Should Leave Our Lights On

Forget all that stuff about the re-love-olution. We want to start using this blog to talk about ourselves. Firstly, just to clear some things up, we speak about ourselves in the plural because we like to think there is a large group of people who think exactly like us, and do the exact same things at the same time, which there isn't. Oh well.


We wanted to go into fashion until we realized that people keep mistaking us for lesbians and we never wash our hair. Before that, we wanted to be neuroscientists, until we realized that we hate science and we can't just have the neuro part. Before that we wanted to be therapists, until we realized that we can't communicate our empathy, and we don't care. Somewhere in there we wanted to join the air force. Honestly, it's bizarre. It's bizarro. It's Sealab. Whatever.
Three days ago we decided to become schoolteachers, because children are the only people we can consistently tolerate. So we were carefully outlining what we have done towards completing our education degree today, and if we really apply ourselves, which we don't, we'd have two, maybe three more years left in school. But honestly, we would not care if we had twenty more years left in school. We suspect the longer we are occupied, the better it is for everyone.



Anyway, this is very boring. We suppose we're like those annoying indie kids who pretend to be lonely and kill hours finding unknown artists on the internet, and then get pissed off when they find out everyone already knows about them. Someone once told us "gay" was spelled "geigh", so it wasn't an insult to "gay" people to call something "geigh". We believed them because we were thirteen.
We sometimes get deeply upset when people eat bananas.