Apartment Thought #46

I find myself forcing my brain to conjure up these Apartment Thoughts for the sake of this newfound blog. This is bad.

Random Chick: Why Kenstafa, why is this bad?
Because Random Chick, these Apartment Thoughts are suppose to be a spur of the moment, mind-farts. They come and go. Between the "come" and "go" factor there is a period of time and a moment of intense concentration where these thoughts are stationary, and will not just leave me like most women. While these thoughts are swimming around in the River of Idle Ideas, I have time to fish them out and put them down on paper, or digitally imprint them into the Internets...before they are slowly pushed into the Sea of Conundrums, where I may not find them again.  If they're forced, the "quality" will be compromised, and it'll no longer be arbitrary, erratic, impulsive. (Internet Thesaurus for the win baby.) 

Something tells me I'm craving seafood.