I’ve spotlighted The Vague-bookers & The Whiners. I now provide you with the same fifteen people you don’t really remember who share far too many mundane thoughts with their closest Facebook pals:
Boring Over-share on Facebook
This is my elbow.
My feet smell.
I have gas.
I laid on the couch all day yesterday.
I’m still lying on the couch.
Day 3: The couch and me.
I have a headache. (and I don’t even want to avoid having sex)
My nails need a good trim.
Butter kicks margarine’s ass.
I just watched all three Jackass movies in a row and I will never be able to recapture that time.
I see trees and shrubbery when I look out the window.
I shaved my legs. I do it every season.
I don’t understand people who prefer fried over puffed Cheetos.
I’ve been playing with the hangnails on my fingers all day.
Today is not my birthday.
I think Bears are cool. Not the ones from Chicago. Just bears. The ones who shit in the woods.
I heard a great joke yesterday but I don’t remember the punch line.
I didn’t get promoted today, even though promotions aren’t coming out this time of year. Also, I don’t have a job.
I really think I like chocolate.
I feel achey. I think I have bird flu.
There’s a spot on my left butt cheek that mysteriously itches.
I’m eating canned soup tonight for dinner.
Tomato soup is my favorite Campbell’s flavor.
I should really trim my nose hairs soon.
I don’t like chicken.
I have disliked gravy my whole life.
I deeply hate board games.
Kids are messy.
I had a super weird dream last night, but I can’t recall the details.
Work is sooooo busy.
My nose is running.
I am super busy.
Where does the time go?
I’m important because I’m very busy.
I haven’t been able to sleep in days.
It’s hard to sleep after shooting meth for four days in a row.
I’ve been looking up my symptoms on Web M.D. and I think I have ass cancer.