a grim day for robot kind!

Why am I addicted to those personal surveys on myspace? You know, the ones that I'm assuming high schoolers write, because they always ask questions related to parents or classes or that sort of thing.

And why is it that I only think of really good blog posts when I am nowhere near a computer or a notebook? The kind of ideas that are so good, my ADD-riddled brain struggles to remember it on the ride home, only to lose it when I notice that the car in front of me has asymmetrical Jesus stickers lined along the bumper, which leads me to wonder what thought processes the person went through when applying said stickers? Did they just slap them on there, willy-nilly? Or do they just have no sense of balance?

My brain is angry at me.