Seeing as how I can not get on the internet as often as I would like anymore, I am constantly bored and during my I ended up writing a short story. I don't know why I'm putting it in my blog, but here it is.

I am going to tell you a story of a man named Mr. Blue. This man is very quiet and mostly keeps to himself. He walks on the same sidewalk everyday to work and knows where every crack and every vomit stain is. He wears a dark brown bowler hat with a trenchcoat that is 3 shades lighter. He is constantly reading any newspaper that he can get his hands on and has some sort of caffeinated beverage in his reach at all times. Mr. Blue does not like to get into other people's business and believes that everyone has their own way of living.

He gets along with everyone at work and makes small talk when it is appropriate. He does his job well and is never late. Mr. Blue takes care of all his bills on time and has excellent credit. He is single and prefers it that way, a woman would just disrupt him from his perfect way of living...alone. But Mr. Blue does have a hamster that he named Mr. Harry. Mr. Harry is constantly spinning in his wheel and Mr. Blue sometimes thinks he can see Mr. Harry smiling as he spins.

Mr. Blue takes very good care of himself, as well as Mr. Harry, and never has an abnormal smell about him. He eats all of his fruits and vegetables accordingly and exercises by walking on the same sidewalk everyday to work. He wears appropriate clothes and an appropriate haircut, but both of these go unnoticed as he wears a dark brown bowler hat with a trenchcoat that is 3 shades lighter.

Mr. Blue will occasionally go see a movie in a theater. He might see a drama, a comedy, or maybe a romance if he dared. He will chuckle with the rest of the audience, or weep with them. He always takes his empty popcorn bag and drinking cup out of the theater and puts it in a recycling bin. Sometimes he saves a bit of popcorn for Mr. Harry who is constantly spinning in his wheel and Mr. Blue sometimes thinks he can see Mr. Harry smiling as he spins.

Mr. Blue always pays his taxes and always tips his waiters. He tips his hat to ladies when it is appropriate and shakes hands if he is presented with the task. Mr. Blue is all-in-all a good guy with a pet hamster that he named Mr. Harry, who is constantly spinning in his wheel.

Today starts as a normal day for Mr. Blue. He places his dark brown bowler hat upon his head and slips on his trenchcoat that is 3 shades lighter. He grabs his briefcase, places a folded newspaper underneath his arm, and grabs his favorite cup (his one and only) filled with his excellent choice of coffee. He shuts his door gently , wary of his neighbor's light-sleeping, and walks down the stairs. He is soon on his way out of his apartment building, tipping his hat at a lady who happened to wink at him on his way out. Mr. Blue politely thanks the doorman and is soon on the sidewalk. He walks on the same sidewalk everyday to work and knows where every crack and vomit stain is. He passes by the familiar pet store that he goes to everyday after work and tips his hat to the manager through the big storefront window. The manager always gives Mr. Blue free treats everyday after work to give to Mr. Harry, who is constantly spinning in his wheel.

Mr. Blue takes a sip from his favorite cup and swings his briefcase appropriately. He casually switches from walking in the center of the sidewalk, to the left, avoiding an unsightly stain that he knew would be there. He casually switches from walking on the left side of the sidewalk, to the center. Mr. Blue takes another sip from his favorite cup. He made his coffee just right. Mr. Blue knows the exact right amount of sugar and the exact right amount of cream to put in his favorite cup filled with his excellent choice of coffee.

Mr. Blue makes his way into his office and sets down his favorite cup upon a pristine glass coaster that shines just right. He sets his briefcase upright against his dark brown leather chair and lays the folded newspaper upon his desk. Mr. Blue then takes off his dark brown bowler hat and trenchcoat that is 3 shades lighter and sets them upon a nicely placed coat rack and sits down in his dark brown leather chair. He straightens his tie and precedes to unfold his newspaper, treating it with care, who wants to read a crinkled newspaper after all?

He finds an interesting article on the recent recall of peanut butter and brings the newspaper closer to his sharp eyes, his excitement building, waiting for the stimulating conclusion to this knowledgable article. Mr. Blue takes a sip once more from his favorite cup and without looking, places it back upon the pristine glass coaster that shines just right. Mr. Blue's eyes light up when he finds an interesting fact in the article, something new to add to his mind. He pulls the newspaper ever closer as he is nearing the end of the fascinating article.

Mr. Blue picks up his favorite cup once more and places it to his lips. But before he can take a sip he hears an odd clicking sound. He thinks about lowering his newspaper to see what or where the sound is, but he has just two more sentences of the article left, why stop now? He puts his favorite cup back up to his lips, uninterrupted, and takes a sip. As Mr. Blue is about to place his favorite cup back upon the pristine glass coaster that shines just right, his hand merely inches away, and just as Mr. Blue is about to finish the remarkable article, two quiet whistling sounds pierce the air.

As Mr. Blue wonders what could cause such a sound, he soons finds that his fingers have lost their grasp on his newspaper and as it slips through his fingers and flutters to the floor beside his briefcase that sits against his dark brown chair, he sees only a man. The hand previously holding the newspaper with the interesting article on the recent recall of peanut butter drops beside the arm of his dark brown leather chair. Mr. Blue's favorite cup never makes it to the pristine glass coaster that shines just right, as it crashes upon his desk, making a more resonating sound than the others as it echoes throughout Mr. Blue's office. Pieces of his favorite cup (his one and only) scatter and some pieces dare to land on Mr. Blue's neatly pressed slacks.

Dark liquid trickles over the edge of his desk and chooses to stain the interesting article on the recent recall of peanut butter. Mr. Blue's still outstretched hand, with his fingers hooked as if he was still holding his favorite cup filled with his excellent choice of coffee, begins to slowly descend until it is met with his desk, the dark liquid coating the surface beginning to seep into his light blue sleeve. As Mr. Blue's arm begins sliding off of his desk, washing the dark liquid upon the already humiliated newspaper article on the recent recall of peanut butter, he could think of only a few words to say.

"I do not believe I saw that coming."

As Mr. Blue's arm collapses beside the other arm of his dark brown leather chair, swinging limply, he could feel only regret at having never finished the interesting article on the recent recall of peanut butter. As Mr. Blue slowly loses all thought, he glimpses the last sight he will ever see.

One last sound is heard, mimicking the previous quiet whistling sounds heard earlier while Mr. Blue was reading and sipping. The man in Mr. Blue's office falls harshly onto the awaiting floor, scarlet parading out in a much-too-proud manner as is quickly stains the grimacing carpet. Upon the man's face there is a look of triumph and knowing, with only a hint of remorse that quickly fades.

All that is left is a pristine glass coaster with nothing upon it, a shattered favorite cup that was once filled with Mr. Blue's excellent choice of coffee, and an unread interesting article on the recent recall of peanutbutter, all screaming abandonment at Mr. Blue's negligence.

Back in Mr. Blues apartment, Mr. Harry spins happily in his wheel, waiting for Mr. Blue to come home with the free treats he gets everyday after work.

*Listens to Champagne Supernova* So anyways, I just wish there some way for all of my blogs to somehow be interconnected, be a hell of a lot easier. I'm thinking about shutting down my blogspot.com blog, Psychos, Cigarettes, and Peanutbutter, because...well it's just not that interesting and I basically put myself to sleep, which is what I'm doing right now. *Hums Snapple jingle*

In other news, me and a friend are thinking about making stupid videos of ourselves and putting them up on youtube. Yes it's true, we have no lives. It's just going to be random sh!t and we are in the process of planning out our escapades and getting the equipment that we'll need so it's going to be a little bit before we get anything up. Any suggestions are welcome, like I said we are just doing completely random sh!t. We only have college courses 3 days a week so we need something to do! Well she has a job and I'm just not ready to go back to work yet ever since the place I used to work at screwed me over completely. *Plasters fake smile on face* But let's not get into that *SNAPPLE!*

So to conclude this little blog of mine, I'll just say 'Cya' and be on my merry way...yes, my merry way.