Oh no!!! I’m doomed. I actually don’t have anything to write on. By the 12th moon of the 13th planet of the 14th kingdom of the 15th sector of the 16th federation of the 17th star system, I’m Doomed! Is there nothing in this world for me to write on. Answer me, cruel world, answer me. You, plotting as always, trying to turn the world against me eh? Aha! You picked the wrong person. You could have wished it to be the blue finned, black nosed grey lizard from the 21st sector of the 29th kingdom of the…oh whateva! You get the point right. Now, coming back to the issue at hand, which for those of you who have lost all track of what’s going on around here, and for all those who suffer from an acute chronic case of Alzheimer’s and  also for all those people who are trying their level best to somehow forget the contents of this post, we were talking about what I should be writing about here. Even now, since we are getting nowhere about deciding a topic to write upon, we shall turn to the wise old men of the 18th star system of (‘ere we go again’)…(hey! who wrote that).

I really feel silly about this. I really do! Now about, asking ‘em wise old men of the…(NO! I’m not saying it)…’em wise men, must have some topic that I could write upon. Lets call ‘em.

TRRRINNNGG!!! TRRRINNNG!!! (Old fashioned! What do you expect, how can I write the latest ‘linkin park’ ringtone over ‘ere. I definitely can’t go ARRRRGGGHHH!!! ARRRGGGHHH!!!)

* if u didnt know (WOMBAT: Wise old men of batheria. ME: Well, its just me.)

WOMBAT: heyyyloooo.

Me: Hiya.

WOMBAT: who is this?

Me: This is me.

WOMBAT: me! who?

Me: me me…

WOMBAT: arrrghh!!! what do you want?

Me: Topic!

WOMBAT: We don’t sell that.

Me: I meant, I need a topic to write upon.

WOMBAT: strange request boy!

Me: Who you calling boy???

WOMBAT: Grandpa!!!

Me: Oops! Boy will do.(whew!!! close)

WOMBAT: You want a topic to write on. Hmm, lets see.

Me: Make it something, sizzling and hot and happening.

WOMBAT: How about the babe from beep! beep! beep!…

Me: Woah! Stop! You nasty old man…yeeesh!!!

WOMBAT: What??? you wanted something hot and sizzling.

Me: Yea! I do. But that would make this page get a rating of PG-18.

WOMBAT: Okay! lets see.

Me: Hurry up! Calls ain’t cheap you know!

WOMBAT: How about you write about us?

Me: You want people to give a case of mental torture or something against me???

WOMBAT: HA ha!!! funny!!!

Me: Ain’t funny ol ‘timer.

WOMBAT: That’s it, go find some one else boy!

Me: I guess I should. Why did I ever bother to call you anyways.

WOMBAT: Brat!!!

Me: Oh shut it!!!

tick! ( the call being cut!)

Alright, now what happens at the end of it all? I still have nothing to post. Hey giggles…why don’t you and silver over there, help me out huh???

But first, let me tell you, that by the 7th stone of the…zzzz!!! whatever…I’m gonna get some sleep. I have absolutely no idea what I am doing.

Nothing to look forward nor nothing to remember by,

its like the lyrics of a song i can’t write down, leads me to often wonder why.

We put our happiness in the hands of others, the days and nights of our lives that go by.

why do we live like this, why do we try.

when all thats joy and happy, ends with that tear in the eye.

At a time like this, i welcome you home.

at times like this, when you feel all alone.

Embrace i shall, in the eternal fire,

live for a life, live on forever.