hooray for boobies

my god, i’ve got so much random crap floating around my head these days.  the only seconds of peace and quiet i get are those spent staring at invisible breasts and totem cats, when my brain is free to concentrate on the innundation of of cute animals the interweb has to provide.

my brain doesn’t do what i want it to.  i wonder if this is because i’m undisciplined.  the phrase, “just don’t think about it” seems comparable to someone telling me, “just make it rain a little bit.”  the two seem about equally in my power.  is this normal?  i don’t think it is…

and even if it is in fact the way most people’s brains’ function, most can ignore their passing fancies and trivial obsessions long enough to get actual real world stuff done in their lives, no?