What am I thinking?

No, this post is not a game to ask what, exactly, I am thinking. If it were, however, the answer would probably be something with eggs, like juevos rancheros. Or at least, that would be the answer according to the literary side of my brain. Yahoo Images says that if I were thinking about juevos rancheros, the picture side of my brain would be thinking this:

Not a bad thought. Friendship and all.

Now my thinking has turned to:

"I really enjoy putting pictures on my webbery. My friend Dave was right about how fun it is. Yet I worry that I will become a slave to the picture and lose any writing finesse I may have. Should I worry? Nah. I know that the pen will always be stronger than a picture of the sword. As long as it's a writing pen. Not a drawing pen."

According to Yahoo Images, while writing that last thought, I was thinking this:

Can pens only defeat swords this small?

Anyway, back to my original intention of this rambling mess. What am I thinking?! Moving back to Wisconsin in the beginning of winter? I really am going to have some weather depression, but I'm bargaining that my increased Friends and Family Density (FFD) in the area will trump this. (FFD = Family x Friends^2 + Hotties)

Now I'm not going to delve into the trainwreck that is my future planning to explain why I'm moving back. Instead I'm going to finish this post with what I've finally realized it was meant to be. A threat.

If you let me down Wisconsin, if you can't please me for a few more months before grad school, if you can't keep your annoying Packers hype to a background lull... I'll stab ya. I'll take a pickax and I'll jam it right down into your barren, mountainless plains.

But you'd probably like that, wouldn't you? It'd make you think there was gold in you or something. Well there isn't.

And if you'd still like it, you're just a pervert.