The Worst Luck.

I consider myself to be an average sort of person.
I bleed as much as the next human.
But all too often, I am the victim of circumstance.

For example: What are the odds that I get stuck in an elevator, the same elevator that I have gotten stuck in once before two years ago, the same elevator that should never get stuck due to how important it is that it should keep functioning, the same elevator that has never gotten stuck in its history except that one unfortunate time said two years ago?

And how on earth does a maniac end up getting stuck in there with me?

Call me crazy, but it must be a conspiracy.

But, hey. At least I'm better off than some...

                                                             

   












                                                          Love, Beedubbs              

A Life Lesson.

I take everything I do into careful consideration. (After all, don't we all have a reputation to uphold?)
Here is what I considered today:
Do not ever laugh while food is in your mouth. One of three things will happen:
           1. You will spew chunks all over everyone in your vicinity, including yourself.
           2. You will choke on the food that is in your mouth (and you may or may not have to grab the cup of water belonging to another person to swallow it down).
           3. You will lose all hope of being granted the title of "Worthy Table Partner".

Worst case scenario? All three will happen.

You can probably guess what my outcome was.

Oh well. Solitude may be a good thing for me.

                                                                                              Love, Beedubbs.

An Explanation for the Slightly Confused.

You look at this blog and you think, "Wow, someone's conceded. They have just dedicated their whole blog to their own thoughts." (Or maybe you weren't thinking this...)

This is not the case.

As you can see, the blog is not only of my own thoughts. There are clearly three people mentioned in the title.

Me, myself, and I.

See? Three.

So before you pass this off as stupid, I suggest you think about something:

How many times do you get to read about three people who are thinking about the same random things? At the same time?

My guess: Not many.

So read on, my friends. For it is not often that you are permitted to dive deep into the mess of my mind to uncover my hidden thoughts.

Just ask me, myself and I. They know.