I was not so bored before, but failing at choosing a name for the blog made me

I was not so bored before, but failing at choosing a name for the blog made me.
Please don't say you do not like the name.

I was looking for something very simple. Such as asdf.blogspot.com or asdfgh or asdfghjkl or qwertyuiop or zxcv or zxcvbnm and hundreds like that. All for you guys so that you do not have to type or remember anything, all you had to do is swipe the buttons in a row once.

But, oh boy, are there millions of people much intelligent than me!

Oh shit! That wasn't for the name, that was for the URL.

Anyways wish me good luck so that when I get bored I remember this blog and post about how I get bored or whatever.

For no reason, I am putting a drawing for you

There is no way I can hope will like it.

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