If You Don't Put It In, You Don't Have To Worry About Taking It Out

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The above statement is in reference to caloric intake.

Well, I don't think I really have anything to write about at this very moment.
I briefly considered writing about the sheer impossibilities of understanding things about something to do with inner-tubes and then something to do with flying and then more stuff about guns and shooting tigers and putting down natives. But no, I zoned out too much during that conversation so I can't write about it to the full extent and dramatization(I'm feeling especially wordy today) and detailed randomness that I would like to.
Subject Possibility #1 = Gone.
I could write about something but I'm not even able to summarize it because of something that might happen if I reference something and so, yeah, it's gone too.
Subject Possibility #2 = Government (ok not really) is out to get us man.
I could also write about Boyfriend... Again... I really don't like being repetitive though.
Subject Possibility #3 = Depleted.
And so, as you can see, I don't have much to write about.

Allow me to briefly complain.
Negativity is the bane of all artistic existence.
Nothing, nothing at all, causes me to allow rise a disgust and hatred so finely and passionately tuned that it would willfully shatter every existence as does a criticism unfounded and detrimental in taste.
Critique I accept. Happily I accept it. But to tear down, without reason, the artistic expression of a struggling bohemian is one of the worst crimes possibly committed.
If you desire my unadulterated loathing, then be a narrow-minded, conviction-less fool and my hatred will be yours.