All that’s left is to remember my cell phone charger… admittedly more difficult that it first appears.
My vacation starts officially on Sunday, but I still have two days of friends, car service, and a car trip. Journey’s gonna be hectic, but I can only hope that will make the destination all the more peaceful.
I am very tired.
Except the cat food is pizza.
I am not going to to share something because you dared me. I don’t care what it is. I don’t care if it’s something I agree with. Universal Health Care. Save the Rainforest. Nuke the Whales. If I see any permutation of the phrase “I’ll bet no one shares this” or “let’s see who’s brave enough to share this,” do you know what I’m going to do?
Because I don’t CARE what the cause is, trying to shame or dare people into supporting it is FUCKING LAME. Basically what you’re saying is: if you don’t stroke my ego by sharing this, you don’t really believe in the cause. And all that makes me think is: what the fuck, OP? Sign a petition, call your Congressman, chain yourself to a tree, become a scientist, or SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Body is like: Whoa, we’re hungry! Like, need food! What the fuck are you doing? Can you not feel the stabby pain we are stabbing you with to induce the food eating? No, not water! Water is a trick! Water is a lie! Mmmm, good… I mean, NO! Food, damn you! Food… need… can you hear me? … foood….
And mind is like: I don’t feel like eating. Stop stabbing me. Drink more water. Reblogging is fun. I wonder if we are a psychopath?
And good sense is like: What part of “I’m on break” do you not understand?
Brake and break are weird homonyms. English doesn’t make any fucking sense.
… okay, maybe I do need to eat something.
OMG, HOW did I forget Treehouse of Horror? :shame Yeah, my mom drove us to a different neighborhood, but still, we could work whole blocks and see only one or two dark porch lights. Then it was 4 or 5… then it’s like, doesn’t anybody care?
Won’t somebody please think of the children?! I remember you telling me about that kid who thought the spider was real. In all honesty, I think that should be the scariest thing that happens to a kid on Halloween. Last year at our friend’s haunted house (not using her name since I want to publish this), one of the kids started crying (rightly so, I should add) and it wasn’t her fault, but it just really bummed me out. I mean, I’m all for scary things on Halloween, it wouldn’t be Halloween without them (this one house did like a haunted lawn that was FANTASTIC, fog machine, skeletons, the works and it did give me the willies), but they should be shallow scares, not deep, burning ones that give you night terrors. Anyway, maybe I’m moving into premature fuddy-duddyitis, but dammit, kids should take back the night! … At least that one night. The rest of the time, they should go to bed.
Actually, I’m on episode 8, but still. Same reaction.
- News in Britain: stamps have gone up 14 pence
- News in America: cannibal eats man's face
- Britain: wat.
- News in America: man throws his own intestines at police
- News in Canada: body parts mailed to government
- News in America: Women kills and eats 3 week old son
- Britain: erm
- News in Britain: our butterfly population is still declining
Time place IS a sty, but… GAME OF THRONES! Also, laying down. I’m way into both.
“Go to bed.”
“Turn out the lights and go to sleep.”
“You have to get up early tomorrow.”
“Saying fuck you doesn’t change anything.”
“Fuck you! Go to bed!”