As my cursor hovered over the "add More Cowbell" button, I got to thinking, how was it, exactly, that I came to find "More Cowbell"? And how is it, exactly, that I still chuckle when I see references to cowbells, despite not finding the original skit all that… funny?
My consciousness isn't doing much streaming right now, so this isn't working. And even if any streaming was taking place, it's unlikely that this post would be anything other than a highly inappropriate fangirlish ramble, what with a song like "The Lemon Song" playing now.
No mind, no. No mentioning… that word. No. Can I survive this entire post without mentioning… that word? Well, quite simply, yes, I could just hit that little button there and then it would no longer be an issue, now would it? But then, it also would be no fun.
Daah, what the hell! This song isn't helping any either. It's kind of exactly associated with what I don't want to talk about. Except Mr. Hot Dog kind of distracts from it, because it's just different with the wiener, you know? Just not the same. Different, you know, not the same.
The letter z. Zedd. Hey, I actually pronounced it correct for once, eh? Anyway, about it. I keep thinking words that are not actually words with zedds in 'em. But nor is this going to be a post of nonsensical words. Nonsensical thoughts abound, but the words shall all be real.
Shut up, mind! I'm not just writing one word. If you would give me some thoughts about that word and not just the word, then maybe I would, but there are no thoughts, and when there comes a thought, it's hardly a thought with any content. And also a thought that me from a few weeks ago would not think was something I would ever think. But ah, much has changed since then… or has it?
I'm not doing a "what I did today" post, because today was boring. Actually, it wasn't entirely, but it certainly wasn't extremely exciting either. I could instead do one of those "what I didn't do today" posts, but of course, the word falls under that category.
Dammit, I'm hungry.