The Mona Lisa, Narcotics, and You

I really shoudn't be spending so much time on here, you know. I have so much to do. I need more time.....which is difficult, even for a time traveler, because it's all wibbly-wobbly you see. I need to stop procrastinating. I need to go do something with my life. Nah. It is my choice and my choice alone if I choose to squander it upon this shark tank called the internet. Sharks....sharks seem mean. But I can't be sure, because I've never met one. Maybe they are perfectly civil and kind, but I let the media villify them in my eyes...OH NOES!! WHEN DID I BECOME SUCH A CLOSE MINDED PERSON?!?! Now I must meet a shark...meh. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day everything gets done, I swear. Well, today I was looking at a picture of the Mona Lisa in Barnes and Noble, and I couldn't help but notice how red and blurry her eyes seem on the cover. First thing you think, "Tears?" but then you assume "Weed...it must be..." And then you feel disgusted at Da Vinci...I mean, really bro? Back then no one had to know, but nowadays? We all know the signs. So set that score straight, Da Vinci, great art analysis depends on you. We can't have Mona trippin', bro. Just no. This ramble just proves how only my brain is capable of coming up with these sorts of things. So pardon me while I chug my british tea. It disgusts my mother how I put milk in it, but come on, it's soooo good! Farewell, and have a fabulous night! May flitter pixies dance in your dreams full of candy and butterfly cats!