I Can't Feel My Legs
I'm feeling a little down right now, and when I feel down I just want to run off to New York and do something really outrageous, like become a prostitute. That urge quickly passes though, because I realize how nice I have it and then I don't feel like becoming a prostitute at all. There is going to be an epic struggle today and that struggle is going to involve myself and traffic on the way home from school. It is going to suck like a person who has been bitten by a poisonous snake has to suck to get the venom out of their body before they die!! Does that really work by the way, because I kind of doubt that it does.
Back to the issue . . . . so I'm going to struggle through a miserable wasteland littered with slow moving semi-trucks and blissfully unaware motorists driving Mercedes SUV's and Cadillac (sp?) sedans. It will be a trial, but at the end of that desperate road lies the possibility of a nap, which, is the only thing keeping me going right now. That and spaghetti for dinner.
P.S. - Did you notice that I have cheered up considerably? So did I! I think it was the spaghetti.
Back to the issue . . . . so I'm going to struggle through a miserable wasteland littered with slow moving semi-trucks and blissfully unaware motorists driving Mercedes SUV's and Cadillac (sp?) sedans. It will be a trial, but at the end of that desperate road lies the possibility of a nap, which, is the only thing keeping me going right now. That and spaghetti for dinner.
P.S. - Did you notice that I have cheered up considerably? So did I! I think it was the spaghetti.
posted by Booder at 11:24 AM
1 Comments:
Thank ya kindly!! But you know . . . if you actually DO shoot milk out of your nose someday, take a picture or something cause I'd love to see that! I would take it and keep it in my wallet and take it out and show it to random strangers and be like, "And this is my cousin Phillipe . . . he's lactose intolerant . . ."
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