Randomly Screaming WHORE Seems To Help
Things are a little fucked up at the moment. I’m having an arthritis flare, which sounds pretty and fun but really isn’t. Because all the little bones in my hands and feet feel like they are broken.
I am typing this with my nose. OK, that was a lie.
Also, it is at the very end of a really long month, so I am broke and have resorted to my usual coping mechanism, which is researching crazy shit on the internet. Remember when I tried to toilet train my cats? And when I was going to stop washing my hair? All concepts conceived at the end of the month when I was broke. It’s like I get infected with loony.
So, in an effort to not be crazy, I am going to go take a nap then do some household chores. Let’s all hope that tides me over, but if I do get a crazy idea that I become convinced is good, believe me, I’ll be writing about it.
I can’t help myself, dudes. That’s why I am heavily medicated. For your protection.
Tags: Banalities, Bring On The Goofballs, Goddamned cats, Just Because You CAN Doesn't Mean You SHOULD, THE FUCK WITH THAT?!, Things You'd Rather Not Know
July 31st, 2010 at 12:46 am
I’ll trade my bowels for your finger bones.
August 2nd, 2010 at 3:10 pm
I have a friend whose mom always used to make pancakes for dinner at the end of the month when meat was too expensive. She loved it. So once your pancake-flipping hand stops feeling broken, I recommend pancakes. I mean, not that pancakes solve all problems in life, but for a carboholic like me, they always seem to solve SOME problems.