i’m so lame

loooooooool

soupy sales
my grandmother
and now maybe morrissey
What a crummy week!
~really a terrible year, 2bh w/o lol

If anyone is interested in making a student documentary about awkward times, get in contact with me, because new science is coming in suggesting that I will be having the most awkward time in history for the next few days.

I could not even begin to beguine how over-the-top awkward this is all going to be.  Honestly, recoiling-style uncomfortable.  If there is one trait each and every person I spend time with shares, it is the ability to turn every situation into stony silence or just screams.  One thousand screams, two thousand saucer eyes.  I’m glad I can shirk pretty well.

gonna see the heck out of this movie

it looks so wonderfully overwrought AND MONIQUE ARE YOU YANKING MY CHAIN

wait a minute, wait a minute
Mariah Carey too?  and then Lenny Kravitz, inexplicably?  awesome awesome awesome

this is going to be 2 awesome 2 furious , but it’s 2 bad that it will probably only be shown in 2 theatres in 2 states

I am a little miffed right now.

I’ve gone through a lot of trouble ((happiness is the reward of industry and labor)) and a lot of allaying of others, and for what ((and dancing is a waste of time))?

I played the heqqq out of this game, and I just remembered it a few days ago:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragon_Warrior_Monsters

it was so awesome, I loved it the best, really.  it mixed my favorite elements of Creatures, the P.F. Magic games, and Pokemon.  Which were, of course, amateur genetic research and making animals fight each other.
There was some browser-based game which was almost even better.  It was a false world, you got to pick herbivore, carnivore, and I think omnivore, and then different mouths–different legs–different torsos.  See how it works in the fake environment,  eat/fight/breed with other people’s creations, and it was just really fun.  You could follow your animal’s lineage, see how they’re active in the world.  I was always a carnivore, pretty much everyone was.  It was pretty obvious that it was the way to go as far as game’s world went.  Also, they had awesome mouths.  It was actually probably most like Spore.  Spore was alright, too.  I wish someone would make a game like those, but not nearly as cutesy-rendered.  One of the old SimSeries had a cover that I loved, but the game itself apparently wasn’t exactly what I would want; the cover certainly looked that way.    Reading about it now, it might actually be more suited to what I want.  It doesn’t look very interactive, though.  More like plug in the traits of your new plant or animal, see how it does.  I want to follow it around and make it bite stuff.
I’m still pissed, though.

If I had a game where I controlled a giant eye with a mouth on a stalk I wouldn’t feel this way, because I would just make it destroy every other animal.  Or maybe a crocodile with a gazelle’s legs.  Or a flying velociraptor, or a big herd of those one dinosaurs from Lost World.

For this coat.

That is all.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duclod_Man
(why did people have such a witch-hunt for this guy, anyway?  he sent weird things to random addresses, so what?)

Also, why is Lincoln having some “”"”female singer/songwriter”"”" cover formerly good songs in all of their commercials now?  Why is everyone employing women with children’s voices and a crummy acoustic guitar to cover songs that were at least okay?  For instance, The Church’s ‘Under the Milky Way’–pretty sure that’s the title.  It’s an okay song!  It’s not okay when some lady is just singing it in that disgusting babyvoice so many women adopt to sentimentalize themselves– on a car commercial, even.

I was apoplectic when I heard ‘Burnin’ For You’ on there, also sung by probably the same lady.  Her voice really irritates me.  Which is funny, because I don’t mind that baby voice when it’s a song done pre-1980.  Claudine Longet covered a million songs I liked when not done by her, and I didn’t hate them when she sung them like a mewling infant…maybe I’m just harsher on contemporaries?  Maybe I’m just a dick.

Now, today’s mysterious search string:
“if i had my druthers james whitcomb riley”

Which is a series of words that were all used in my jock jam earlier blog, ‘plate japes’

Hmmm~~ the plot thiqqins

then again it could just be a coincidence, someone wanting to find out if james whitcomb riley ever used the phrase “if i had my druthers”

spoilers!!!!!
he probably did at least once or twice

I killed one (01) spider today, and one (01) gnat.

If I told you in confidence, online journal, this weird thing, would you tell all the other blogs?  I could not handle that.
The situation is as follows-this same time last year, I was hounded by small, pudgy-bodied gnats, that I could’ve sworn only wanted me.   My dad had a few swats at the air in his office, but his office is right next to my room.  When I’m downstairs, there is the occasional incredibly fast gnat, just darting around my face.  If it is my father and I both, no gnat to be seen, all day.  It’s certainly not an epidemic, or an -and I swear to god it’s taking every bit of togetherness I have to just not start screaming and clawing at myself to type this word out, to think of it, to know it-an infestation.   Just one gnat a day, really.  Sometimes none, sometimes two.  Always the same kind.   When it happens, I try and just breathe very shallowly, not taking in too much air, until I get a good read on where it is–because of this phobia I have, really, the only one I have, of insects getting inside of me.  The only things ever to really give me the wooooorst creeps in movies or books, is insects in or around people’s entry points.  Or open wounds.  Or EYES GODDAMNIT

Yeah, tiny little bugs are the worst, because they can be anywhere, and you’ve probably sometime  inadvertently eaten one.  The idea of that makes me want to never even smell food.  Peanut butter was one of my favorite things, but the second I heard that freaking insect allowance like, 80 percent locust hearts or whatever, I don’t even want to smell it from the jar.   Every little grain, teeny tiny bit of non-smoothness, it’s just another cricket’s exospine.  The smooth bits, that is just finely pureed insectinside goo.

ahghghgggghhh

when I see people eating outside, or drinking out of non-covered beverages, I can’t help but start to think about what insects might be hovering around their mouths that they don’t even know about.  Or the flies that landed on their flesh, moisture, and vegetable sandwich before they started eating it, and where those flies had been before.

Inside of kitchens, restaurant kitchens, the kitchens of home’s that I’ve never been to, and just general food service areas,  just think about all the different possible parasite contamination points.  I’m more or less over it, really.   All it takes to remind me of this ridiculous fear is one gnat, an ant, a spider, anything.  Then everything turns red, images flit around me, people eating spiders, eating lobsters, seaspiders, giving birth to ants or ant-headed babies, someone says, “What?  I couldn’t hear you.” and a roach comes shooting out of their ear, somebody breathes in too deeply and finds themselves with a  botfly in their nose,  an animal evacuates it’s bowels; nothing left but parasites, it’s deathtime, and the body bloats with more and more and more of them.

A tiny baby has a tiny cut that a tiny gnat is laying eggs in
circle of life ? ? ?

ahhhghgghghhghghhghg seriously I’m shirked away from my own monitor right now, I’d rather watch a million uh, things other people find really gross, than see one insect anywhere near a human being, or things a human would at some point try and eat.

It’s not even the usual suspects that gross me out so much, like scorpions.  Scorpions, I’m okay with.  They walk around on hot sand all day, just hang out, and we keep to ourselves.  A scorpion has no interest in getting anywhere near me, and I’ll never run into one, because I don’t hang out near hot, dry, and sandy places.  So scorpions, go on, get yours.  What’s it to me?

It’s gnats, and flies, those living goddamn cloud formation bastards that come around in the spring and hover directly in front of your point B.  It’s butterflies, and moths, anything that I can’t gauge a pattern of behavior in.  What is your motivation, you fuzzy, powdery weirdo insect?  Just because one of you is more colorful, I’m not falling for it.  It’s ever tiny, insubstantial thing that I just can’t keep an eye on.  It’s spiders, oh god, is it spiders.  Roly-poly bugs, those ones that leave dry husks (FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST), dragonflies, but scorpions…Scorpions are alrriiiiight.

If we ever terraform our moon, our another planet’s, or Mars, or anywhere, and they say, “The only animal life will be humans.”  I will say yes, yes, a thousand times yes to you, NASA.  Thank you.

Or even, “We’re testing a new hyper-bubble house that is stark white, sterile, and maintains a temperature more or less too cold for the average insect to survive in.  You will be provided with a suitable cardigan, and food that has been sprayed thoroughly with cleaning solution.”  I accept your terms, Mr. President.

so basically what I’m getting at is that I would really like to never see a gnat again :_)

even though it’s just three or four a week, tops, it still makes me worry that I’m dying, organs failing, they can smell it, they’re just waiting me out…tell me it’s not true

i sound so crazy like this is some all-consuming thought of mine.  it’s just that when i get to thinking about it, this is the direction it all goes in.  Let me have this one phobia, alright internet
just
this
once

maybe I should stop updating this blog at 4:30 a.m.. . . ….

seriously though one time a butterfly flew out of some shrub and directly into my diaphragm and was fluttering,  just beating against me.  It could’ve been a hummingbird, since i actually felt it thumping across me.  Then, one time even earlier than that (the butterfly incident as it is henceforth termed took place when I was around 11 or 12) I brought a moth back to life after killing it.

oh my god
what if they think i’m their queen
a queen that hates her own people
What am I
t o  d o . . . .
yeah it’s 4:40 now :_(

someone’s search string that brought up my blog for some raisin:
“i heart you, i heart you, i heart~ you!~ that’s all i’d like to say. unless i find a way… i’ll speak the only words i know that yoooou’d understand~”
very qt, very qt.  I can only presume that someone got a secreeeet love note from a seeeeecret admirer and their only clue was the above, written on a little pad of paper all with some gel ink pen :___)  so they sneak off to google it and the only thing that comes up is my hateful screeds ahahah just because I so happen to use a lot of tildes and awkward phrases.

anyway, if you google it more or again, or something, what you’re really looking for is a Beatles fan, or at least someone elementarily familiar with the song Michelle.  Jack Jones does a very good version.   MAYBE YOUR ADMIRER IS NAMED MICHELLE, OR YOU ARE MICHELLE?  either way you kids are probably pretty cute.  here, have some lovesong:

TWISTING IS SHAKING, SHAKING AND TWISTING TWISTING AND SHAKING ALONE IN THE NIGHT WHAT HAPPENES TO TWISTY CATS WHEN SHAKEN DISABLED FROM BEGINNING HURT BY NATURE SAVED BY 000, MAYBE SOMEDAY, UH SOME GOT GOOD TWISTIN TONIGHT SOME TRUST IN TWISTIN OTHERS IN MARBLE WHEELS, OH, HOW, LONESOME IT FEELS, DOVE (????)

I used to listen to this song on repeat while carving the name of my beloved into my chest.  Towards the last verse, I’d usually pour the ink.  Hey, sometimes gel pens!  Twinnin’ it.  Then I’d kill their dog and harass their family with my thuggish, ruggish friends.  Sometimes the dad ended up dead, but I don’t remember the very end of the movie/my life that well, but suffice to say I follow what you post-tweens are up to, heh heh heh.
EITHER WAY EVERY NIGHT I BUUURNED

I DO GO ON,
anyway,
person who was trying to find the meaning of those words, they’re similar to the lyrics of top beatles song ‘Michelle’.  so either your name is michelle or your looovebiiiird’s name is Michelle.  Nice job, it is a pretty name.

the only songs with my name in it that is referencing an actual person are some stiffs, inc song that I actually kind of like, some song by some crummy british band about some slut, and some song by some crummy american band about some total slut

]:___(
SUCK IT, MICHELLE

I’m watching Oz for the second time, and I can’t believe how many episodes I missed.  I guess it was tough for me to sneak around and watch HBO when it was originally airing and I was like…12.  Either way, NOW i get it!  Prison suxxx!

When I really think about it though, I think I could handle ladyprison.  From what I understand, it’s just a lot of showering and hair-pulling, so whatever.  Even realistic ladyprison, though, all women are pretty much the same basic strength, any of them can be beaten.  It doesn’t matter how big she would be, she’d still just be a lady.  I think I’d be able to dominate them as easily as anyone else who had a little sense could; I’d stalk around the joint, pretending to be an abusive husband or an absentee father.  They’ll teem, or they’ll steam, but either way, I’m clean.

I’d just tell them to get me some magazines and shut the HELL up, Karen.  You’re always, ALWAYS going on about that god-DAMN radiator. LOOK, what can I DO right now to fix it?  I’M TRYIN TO PAY RENT YOU WHORE!!  Ahh always nagging, nagging, nagging!!  One of these days I’m just gonna shut you up for once! FINE GO TO YOUR MOTHER’S, SHE’S A WHORE TOO.  SAY HELLO TO YOUR DAD WHILE YOU’RE THERE, THAT PRICK OWES ME 40 BUCKS FOR YOUR CARBURETOR!!!!!!!!
(old style can is thrown, connects with slamming door, man ((steve)) retrieves it)
(two hours later)
(scene)
(mesh door pounds, a quarter of the glass pane already absent from previous battery)
KAREN!  KAAAAREN!  I’m sooorrrry!  I love you baby please just come home LOOK the kids need you, I need you, the house needs you!
(steve begins to sing a few bars of whatever sort of song people like this play at their weddings)
KAREN IT’S OUR WEDDING SONG
KAREN
(shadow moves across pane)
you…KAAAAAAAAAAREN
ahhhh you whore i know you’re in there this isn’t even your parents house
(meth lab explosion)
(star wipe)
–post script – j. geil’s band : freeze frame would be the song–

I know I’m supposed to not like Chuck Palahniuk, but I’m enjoying Haunted.  It’s some nice, light fare that is written in a very easily digestable way.  It’s definitely a nice break from the more prose-y, specific, or scientific authors I usually read.  It’s nice and gentle, no eye-blearing sentences filled to the brim with words, upon words, upon words.  All short ‘n’ sassy.  He opens with that ‘Guts’ story, though, which  I think is a bad idea.  How can you top that?   I doubt he will have topped it by the end of my reading the book.

I also really liked Lullaby when I read it years ago, same with Choke.  There was one I tried to read, but just couldn’t be bothered to finish; I think it might’ve been Invisible Monsters.  That came around the same time people started saying he was a hack, a gimmick, something that introduces young adults to ””””alternative fiction””””’ but not an author you’ll be reading past 25.  Well…I am like, five years away from 25 and I’m reading a book of his that is pretty much as entertaining as any other thing nearby, so~~!!~!~!

Wow, I had no idea he was gay.  Not that it is pertinent or anything, it was just something I didn’t know.  Also, talk about shitty, what happened to his dad and his girlfriend.  People more or less aren’t that great.

I’m liking Haunted though, and I don’t care who knows it!  Yes, I know it was published a few years ago and it probably would’ve made more sense for me to have read it back then, back when I purchased it, but NAY it’s time languishing in my closet has done it well!  For instance, the spine bends easily.  You don’t get THAT with a brand new book, do you? So, there is that.  Also, I look edgier because it is sort of an older edition, an edition printed in the U.K., even, because I bought it when I was there.

Anyway, I guess what I’m saying is, it is nice to have an easy-to-read, short-sentence author that creates interesting plot devices, interesting characters, and interesting situations (also, one that is gross)–sort of like how other people would read romance (Jodi Picoult, I think is one of them) or those “”"”chick-lit”"”"” books like…The Time Traveller’s Wife or god I don’t even know, Gossip Girl?  The books women read at “beaches”, or while waiting in hospital lobbies.  I read one of those sort of books in my entire life, and I wish I never, ever did.  Ever.  Even though the book wasn’t terrible (The Lovely Bones) and I was of an age where any amount of reading was considered pretty alright, it just feels dirty to remember it.  I mean, that is the sort of book women who haven’t read for leisure at all, the entire time they’ve been alive, picks up at an airport because their flight has been delayed a few hours.  I despise that genre of book.  If you want that sort of shit, just rent Sex in the City.  Or better yet, don’t do anything like that, stop wanting ‘light-hearted emotiontainment’, and grow up.  Also, don’t read Harry Potter, or Twilight, or anything like that.  Those books are meant for children, you goons.  I’m not saying you’ve got to be up to your Balzac in Dostoevsky, but just read something that was meant for your age group, at the very least–and isn’t exclusively meant to entertain “single, twenty-something women”–because well, here…I can just give you a quick synopsis, without ever even so much as reading one:
“BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS SINGLE NOW ACK HE WAS A BAD BOYFRIEND, HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS ONE IS CATTY, ONE IS A HOMOSEXUAL MALE WHO IS JUST HILARIOUS (((‘OH TIM I WISH YOOOOU’D BE MY BOYFRIEND’))), ONE IS REALLY PRETTY BUT SORT OF DUMB/NAIVE/SLUTTY, AND ONE IS JUST LIKE ME, ACK, ACK, ACK! I’M ALLY MCBEAL FOR GENERATION NEXXXT, I’M A CAREER GAL BUT I WANT TRUE LOVE ANYWAY, SQUAWK, SQUAWK, SQUAWK!  MINOR INTRIGUE AMONG OUR GAGGLE OF HENS ONE OF US IS CHEATING ON HER HUSBAND, AHHH~~I FIND A BOYFRIEND AND AFTER SOME MINOR CONFLICT CONCERNING MY CAREER WE ARE ENGAGED HE PUTS UP WITH ALL OF MY NEUROSIS AND I LET HIM WATCH FOOTBALL ATITTER TITTER AGEEGGEEEGEEE”

Interstitially, mention actual stores or items of clothing, real-life baubles to get the lady’s purchase-gland working alongside the Oh My God, This Book is Just Like Real Life with My Friends and Storefronts!! oblongata.
see:
Karen grabbed her Birkin Bag and jetsetted off to her next high-profile meeting, all the while thinking of Tad, glorious Tad.  Her Gay Friend calls her on her Blackberry Curve, and makes a really excellent joke about Tad’s hanging ‘Tad’, a reference to the 2000 election and the conflict in Florida over hanging ‘Chad’s.  Derrick is a really good friend, and if he wasn’t a Gay Man with a Live-In Partner Karen would love to just watch The Notebook with him, over, and over, and over again.   Karen sighs dreamily and awakes from this daydream, only to see that the cattiest darn lawyer in the entire firm has just came into the subway car.  “Weelllll, if it isn’t Kaaaareeeen, the other giiirl I work with whom I feel a lot of hostiiility towards because we’re wooomeeen and we just can’t accept being possible sexual compeeetittoooors,” cackles Lauren.  “Take it easy, Lauren.  I’m a girl’s girl, totally accepting of other girls’ faults ‘n’ follies, you’ll see, in time you’ll learn to get along with me!  I’m sure I’ll just find out you’ve got an abusive boyfriend, or you are an alcoholic but not in a really dangerous, scary way,” titters Karen.  “We’ll grow to become close friends and confidantes, probably directly after some big fight.  Maybe I’ll see you are cheating on your ‘hubby’ who is also a partner at our big, childish law firm, and I’ll threaten to tell him of your exploits.   At that point, you’ll fall into a heap, crying out that he’ll kill you if he finds out, and that he is such a monster, and you’re also totally drunk.  I’ll understand and help you; after all, I’m a girl, a-giggle!” a-giggles Karen, fiddling with her Thakoon poncho, on sale for 4,590 dollars at Nordstrom.

I think I’m on to something here.  Chick-lit, let’s do this thing.   I’m ready if you’re ready, to FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT READING BOOKS!!!

I shouldn’t have quit my job.  I’m going to have no money.  It was a stupid idea, it isn’t like I couldn’t handle working.  I should’ve tried to find some other way to calm myself down, but I couldn’t–and still really can’t–think of any way that I find acceptable, or any legal way, or is a present option, or any way that also includes working…there.  Then again, it wasn’t THAT big of a deal to be angry.    It is alright, though.  I’ll just find a different job.  It isn’t like cashiering is a field that is no longer hiring, so feh.  It will be nice to have some weeks of no working though, and it isn’t like I have a ton of expenses anyway.

Hopefully I can find a place where people feel less comfortable sharing with me their opinions of anything above “my purchases look good”, “oh yes they certainly do excellent choice”.  That I am totally fine with; the sort of small, non-interactions we all share each day.  Anything above that and I start to get intense; one direction or the other.  I just don’t think I’m suited for non-authoritative interaction with other people–except, I suppose, people I agree with almost completely.  Not as few and far-between as you think, but further-and-further-between in this area, that is for sure.

Think what you want to think, I just hate to hear about it.  I’m really not tolerant of other opinions, unless I think they have some merit.  So, pretty much, anything that comes off as ‘uninformed’ or ‘from the gut’ just bundles my fists and furrows my brows.  I’m a dick, what can I say?

In the meantime, I’m just preparing for some nice downtime.  Lots of sleep, lots of reading of fiction, lots of sleep.  I don’t even want to hear about anything other than that, again, ever.

It is really going to suck not having any money, though.  I have what might end up being a large expense I’d like to engage later in the year, but that isn’t going to work if I…don’t have any money.   Sounds mysterious, when it is really just some perfume. :____(  How frivelous, I could actually easily just skip that.  Then I want to start school next year, but we’ve all (my own internal headthoughts, that is) heard this before.  This time I might bother to finish the application.  Costs 50 dollars to even grace community college with my application, though.  That is really ridiculous.  I don’t want to bother thinking about it, I just want to nap, be casual, take an unhurried shower with full use of a litany of productry, sleep very late and wake up only to prop up a pillow and read for a few hours, maybe drift back away.  Wake up eventually, tart myself up at my leisure if I want to leave (of my own volition and at my own pace ahhhhggghhh) watch some television, snark on the internet, drink a fine soda, and return to bed.

This online journal entry is also going to serve as my resume.
RE: Monster.com, in regards to my career
BODY: that stuff in a resume format pls
CC: coca cola , other large companies

i’ll take it

also, lame, but apparently I’m not moving for at least another year.  I got all excited about it, but I guess it serves me right; years ago (sounds so ancient right) when I had the opportunity to just stay forever in London, I told my dad I didn’t want to because I wanted to come back here.  For naught but annoyance, of course, I find out within months of return, but at the time it made sense.  Anyway, I made ruin of one awesome opportunity to move, it only is my own linens resurfacing if I don’t get a similar chance absconded by circumstance as well.  Doesn’t everybody want to leave their stupid place?  I wish it were as simple as just leaving.  I have no attachment here, except my family.  I’d be fine alone, anywhere, but I know how much they’d want me to be around.  I’m their only child, and we’re all just very close.  I’d just love to leave, it could be so easy.  I still have a work visa for the UK (for I think two more years, even), my grandmother and father are both technically now Canadian citizens, and through that, it may be made easier to just jet across the border…but they would never let me just leave.  Oh well, wherever you are, you are sometimes happy, and sometimes angry, so I guess it isn’t a big deal.   There are other factors of course, too, like finding a job wherever, a lot of the places I’d prefer to live are also quite a bit more expensive than where I am.  Maybe if I saved money, impossible now that I quit my job, but not forever, right?  Maybe if I saved money, left in the dead of night, and somehow just lined up some stupid job over wherever then maybe it could work.  Maybe it wouldn’t be worth that trouble, maybe it would be.  For someone who hasn’t even had the full initiative to finish an application for community college, I sure do have a lot of little plans about leaving the country.  How stupid.  I’ll never forgive myself for coming back here, for not taking the opportunity afforded to me once in a lifetime, just so I could spend a few boring months with people who were marginal friends at best, and barely graduate from a school that was easily interchangeable with any other stupid school across Earth.

Really, what did I want so badly that could only be found here?  If anyone is looking for a room-mate or a best pal or a wife or a husband (i will do it i swear dont test me) and you live in a suitable country, I have a few hundred dollars and a lot of opinions about Things.

I quit my job.  Well, gave the two weeks notice.  How nice for business here in the United States that we have to give them notice we’re leaving, but at any point the worker can be told to clean out their desk out by some dingus half-a-tax-bracket above them.

Either way, I look forward to being unemployed again.  Everyday I was getting closer and closer to either an aneurysm or a spree killing.  Little from column A, little from column B.

I just want to sleep for weeks after this, and completely, totally withdraw from having to interact with people.   The idea of spending an entire day without being obligated to speak to someone is getting me HIGHA N HIIIGHA

I would be so adaptable for hermit life.

The Prince song known as “Anna Stesia” is great, until the last part where it starts to be about God, I guess.  Such a strange transmogrification, it starts off with me interpreting it as like, sexy, right?  Loneliness, “”"night-time”"”", hints of ”””’unnatural sexuality”””’, but then there is a brief breakdown about ‘learnin how to love the right way’ where I’m still like, oh yeah, this is totally about doing it but maybe with like, affection which is unlike prince’s character in this song in general….BUT THEN
all boys and girls love god
all boys and girls love god
all boys and girls love god
I’M WILD 4 JESUS

I got no specific beef with Prince, I think his juxtaposition of religious imagery vs. seXxXxxystuff is interesting, but this song just makes it a little too closely linked.  I guess maybe the girl, Anna Stesia, is supposed to be some sort of Witness who pretends to be about to do him and then starts going on about Jesus?  That I can buy.

Then again, anyone could.

HEYOOOOOOOOAHHHH

man i am obsessing over napping right now, and just doing whatever without having to look in to the cold, dead sow-eyes of my fellow hoosiers

quittin work
loungin it
lets do this
~~

im starting a juggalo band SO SHUT UP

I’m a man with a plan buildin canals all day
I’m a crazy dog eatin sandwiches out of the trash bay
I’m a tiny mouse walkin around on a silver tray
at a fancy buffet
HEY
you know what i’d say
to see such a thing in the U.S.A
give that mouse a sandwich make his day less gray
HEY
We’re the literary reference to a novel we probably never read clan~
i am William Faulkner
AKA the big Willy 2 Fuckner
OH SO YOU’VE HEARD
WORD IS THE FURY SOUND IS THE WORD
FURY IS THE SOUND I’M DOWN WITH THE CLO-O-OWN

that went in a few directions all of which im incredibly pleased with GET ME DOCTOR DRE ON THE HORN, PICKLES