Let me tell you about my new weird habit, I snort warm saltwater up my nose. Yes. It feels good.
It feels fuckin' great, actually. More importantly it's cathartic, as well as (I think) vaguely hygienic. Ropes of evil seem to shoot right out of both nostrils. Sorry.
Moving on- my Dad asked me to go to Florida to work for him. Once again.
I'm still thinking about it. The conditions of the offer do not appeal to me.
Actually, the offer, as presented via email, sounds strangely like an invitation to join a cult. 'Sacrifice' is used with much emphasis numerous times throughout. And I'm practically assured I'll be unhappy, with the added incentive of being treated like crap by Dad's Wife. Of course, I could be misinterpreting the term 'Sacrifice' completely, he could just mean that he sold the sweet guitar I had stashed at his place on eBay because he needed the money. Nonetheless, I've fallen out of love with you, Florida. Your women bring me no pleasure.
It feels fuckin' great, actually. More importantly it's cathartic, as well as (I think) vaguely hygienic. Ropes of evil seem to shoot right out of both nostrils. Sorry.
Moving on- my Dad asked me to go to Florida to work for him. Once again.
I'm still thinking about it. The conditions of the offer do not appeal to me.
Actually, the offer, as presented via email, sounds strangely like an invitation to join a cult. 'Sacrifice' is used with much emphasis numerous times throughout. And I'm practically assured I'll be unhappy, with the added incentive of being treated like crap by Dad's Wife. Of course, I could be misinterpreting the term 'Sacrifice' completely, he could just mean that he sold the sweet guitar I had stashed at his place on eBay because he needed the money. Nonetheless, I've fallen out of love with you, Florida. Your women bring me no pleasure.
