stay random forever

I found this little site:

http://www.mebored.com/

Random quotes each day. Ahhh, so brilliant.

Cheese is random. But why? I shall get down to that later. I wish to be random for the rest of my life. It makes me happy. :D

In light of death. Or no…In dark of death, random has forsaken me. Being random requires being more than an empty shell of existence, and lately, I haven’t been doing that. All I can do is sit. And think. And think and think and think. I think about why I am wasting my time sitting and thinking… it’s easier than venturing out into the world, and potentially losing someone to the greedy grasp of death’s ugly hands again.
So I guess my drastic turn for the worse was random…days later it is redundant. I’m failing failing failing.

By making a conscious effort to stay random…is it planned randomocity then? In a sort of way? Then it wouldn’t be random, obviously, and I would have failed. Entirely.

The quest for randomness has been difficult of late. Many rules, schedules, and little time for zaniness and completely unnecessary activities.

Chicken Power!