Swings and Roundabouts

Idle thoughts brought to you from 11:04pm onwards on Sunday evening:

Why am I watching New York Minute? Seriously - killing myself could be more amusing. How did I ever fool myself into believing this was an entertaining film?
Punish.

I'll tell you what else is a punish - watching girls try to convey a certain image through their Twitters. Watching them censor themselves to ensure they only say the 'right' thing is like watching retards fucking. I don't like to do it, but if you made me I couldn't help with stare and if there were no one looking or judging, I'd also probably laugh.

I think I just went too far there.

I'm not sure if I should go back and delete that last part, or if I should fight on and complete it off with the truth which is simply that I predict you will remind me that is only funny until it happens to me. I know this. Thus my laughter now, and the lack of it if I were to ever be in an accident. Yes; I'm attracting bad karma. But I gave a homeless man a wink this afternoon so I reckon I'm one up on the world so far with being playfully suggestive to those without teeth so early in the afternoon.

I didn't wink at a homeless man.

Does anyone know a guy who knows a guy who might like to kill Matthew McConaughey?