I'm truly sorry for neglecting you guys and your little spaces of ranting. December has been about as trying as a brick of C4 in a microwave. Like, KABLAMMO trying.
1) Went to the emergency room for gall bladder problem which I thought was a heart attack. I told my body that it was a crying pussy and that my ghost would haunt my corpse for eternity. I won. Apparently, people can pick up gall bladder problems when they lose or gain alot of weight. I've lost like thirty or forty pounds which puts me under 300. But I don't look anywhere near 300 which is solid.
2) Days prior to gall bladder shenanigans, my aunt had a massive heart attack. We still have no idea if she'll pull through okay. Her brain was not receiving oxygen for roughly one hour.
3) Request for student loan was denied. Appeal is in progress but I've got till Monday to find out. Look out for my smiling, handsome face on the cover of Time magazine for circus-caliber grenade juggling. Hand tossed, pricks!!! Like the pizza!
4) I told them to pull the IV out of me at 10:00 am so that I could go to work. I had been there since six that morning. I wasn't supposed to leave without a relative to sign me out...I did it anyway. I've worked so much in December that they owe me another vacation. I am the bitch's bastard and that's a goddamned fact. Driving on enough Dialudid to zap a mythical Cyclops is very interesting. Especially during drive time. I want a fucking plaque and a cookie, man.
5) Despite gall bladder I drank for three days straight starting New Years Eve day. You cannot stop a Bukowski disciple. There is no negotiating. I drank enough Red Bull to peel the fur off of a platypus.
6) Computer has been fucked since like December 20th. No info from family and friends out of town. No info on college developments. Completely sent to the fucking Dark Ages with a case of typhoid fever.
ANCHORMAN IS GENIUS...HANDS DOWN
I will make it to all of your journals this week or weekend. Have patience, my sons and daughters.
Soundtrack Of The Day
Twinkle "Golden Lights:Greatest Hits"
Neko Case "The Tigers Have Spoken"
Smiths "Half A Person"
Not much has changes in Morrisseyville.
1) Went to the emergency room for gall bladder problem which I thought was a heart attack. I told my body that it was a crying pussy and that my ghost would haunt my corpse for eternity. I won. Apparently, people can pick up gall bladder problems when they lose or gain alot of weight. I've lost like thirty or forty pounds which puts me under 300. But I don't look anywhere near 300 which is solid.
2) Days prior to gall bladder shenanigans, my aunt had a massive heart attack. We still have no idea if she'll pull through okay. Her brain was not receiving oxygen for roughly one hour.
3) Request for student loan was denied. Appeal is in progress but I've got till Monday to find out. Look out for my smiling, handsome face on the cover of Time magazine for circus-caliber grenade juggling. Hand tossed, pricks!!! Like the pizza!
4) I told them to pull the IV out of me at 10:00 am so that I could go to work. I had been there since six that morning. I wasn't supposed to leave without a relative to sign me out...I did it anyway. I've worked so much in December that they owe me another vacation. I am the bitch's bastard and that's a goddamned fact. Driving on enough Dialudid to zap a mythical Cyclops is very interesting. Especially during drive time. I want a fucking plaque and a cookie, man.
5) Despite gall bladder I drank for three days straight starting New Years Eve day. You cannot stop a Bukowski disciple. There is no negotiating. I drank enough Red Bull to peel the fur off of a platypus.
6) Computer has been fucked since like December 20th. No info from family and friends out of town. No info on college developments. Completely sent to the fucking Dark Ages with a case of typhoid fever.
ANCHORMAN IS GENIUS...HANDS DOWN
I will make it to all of your journals this week or weekend. Have patience, my sons and daughters.
Soundtrack Of The Day
Twinkle "Golden Lights:Greatest Hits"
Neko Case "The Tigers Have Spoken"
Smiths "Half A Person"
Not much has changes in Morrisseyville.
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an I'll tell ya the truth
that I live in the mouth
of my HOMEYS!
Your a tough sum bitch WFP.