So I've been stalking. And she does this thing, Stream of Consciousness Sunday. And I think to myself, I can do stream of consciousness. Why don't I do more stream of consciousness? I mean, isn't my blog Stream of Consciousness Day EVERY DAY?
This distracts me from Fadra's blog. So, I stalk her for yet another week.
Today, I found myself stream-of-consciousness blogging all day long. Fits & starts, beginning rants but never finishing them, thinking 'oooh this would be perfect for Stream of Consciousness Sunday, a post on a blog which I stalk but never comment on. A little creepy, yes, to be crafting posts for imaginary friends? Yes, yes it is creepy, in case you were hesitating there.
So tonight, I decided, I can do stream of consciousness. But - stupid move - I made the tragical error of checking out other people's streams of consciousness before I typed out mine. Clearly, there are people in the world who have much less polluted clogged up stagnant body-of-water streams than I. My stream of consciousness is pretty much one of those estuaries coming straight out of the Purdue plant and directly into the Chesapeake Bay, all cram packed full of toxic chemicals and chicken feathers.
So. There you have it: my maiden voyage into the putrid, occluded stream of consciousness of NilsenLife. Better luck next week chums.
