B.O.O.M.M.D.
You're so bored you're ready to scream, but you just ramble about dumb stuff instead of fixing your life.
I was B. O. O. M. M. D. and I told my mom my phone was having a midlife crisis.
I was B. O. O. M. M. D. at the park and I argued with a squirrel about the meaning of life.
I was B. O. O. M. M. D. and I told my friend my fridge had a crush on me.