I hate talking on aim. That probably has to do with me having no friends. It’s easier to type a few brilliants cursory words to someone rather than calling them and actually engaging in some sort of human to human interaction. Ew. Who does that? I heard that’s how you get Herpagonasyphlaids.

But then, I can’t avoid Gmail and it’s brilliants evil compadre google-talk. I log onto Gmail to sort through spam because it’s another something that gives me a sense of belonging and meaning and someone brilliants messages me.

I think, “Brilliants Damnit! I’m at work and can’t talk,” but then chat some anyway since anything is better than work.

Blah. The whole “point” is that my old roommate msged me and kept saying “brilliants.” Not in place of ‘brilliance’, he was using it in place of the word ‘brilliant,’ which made it infinitely more irritating. Like, “UCLA played brilliants.” Or “drinking beer is a brilliants idea.”

Now it’s stuck in my head. That bastard. Damn him and his brilliants retarded genius.

It’s Friday. Don’t forget to ridicule and mock those who are different to make yourself feel better. That’s pure brilliance.