I'm bored.

I'm bored. I'm soooo bored, I'm bored shitless, too bored to post about, I'm bored as can be. I'm princess boredomella of the Kingdom of Boredomania, earning my place in the paradise of boredom, running around the fields of boredomland with no pants on but still feeling bored and therefore running quite slowly, actually it's more like walking, or simply just dragging my feet. I'm bored as hell, or even more because hell being a slight challenge would not be boring as here today. I mean, really boring must be heaven, because of it being so perfect must make it infectiously boring. It's probably full of those boringly perfect people, which you can't really find a fault in them, except that makes 'em really boring and thus not perfect at all. Perfection doesn't exist but boredom does. I'm bored. And having googled "I'm bored" I got even more bored with what Google came up with. People must have got bored creating those get-even-more-bored sites. I guess they dwell on it, like I do now. Boredom eats away at you, consumes you into a mush of lardy blabberness. Makes you want to go to sleep but makes you insomniac, makes your fingers go heavy and your eyelids close and stick together. Boredom is boring. Boredom is so boring it's still better than entediante. Tédio is too much of a fancy word, and that's really boring too. No comments on my blog today - that's boring - these people must think I'm an interesting-post-and-comment-generating-machine. Well, I'm not. I bored. When I'm bored I post endless boring posts about boredom. It's boring, I know, so bore with me. Eh. That was a joke. Okay, a boring one...nah, it was actually funny. Bore/bear with me, but like, get bored with me while bearing with me... ah forget it...