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I want to jump on an airplane and run away. I want to go some far off place and run around, get sweaty, then jump into cool water. I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm sick of talking to boring people with boring lives and boring hair cuts. I want to strip naked, cover myself in mud, and speak in tongues. I want to act like animals. I want to bite the flesh out of life. I want to love so hard that the smell of cotton candy emanates from my skin. I want to douse my body in french fry oil and sit in the sun. I want to laugh til I throw up. I want to ship all my annoynaces in a tight box, lock them up, and throw them into the Atlantic Ocean. Then they'll drown, I'll be fresh, and everything will be a-okay. I'll fart every smell in the book, and after all the gas is out, I'll take a long, hot shower. Lather my body in fresh fruits and Zest fully clean soap, and sing Kelly Clarkson's "Since You've Been Gone," while showering. Get out of the shower, and dry my body off. Put on Cocoa butter lotion on all the parts, some laundry fresh pajamas, read about the First Wives, then fall asleep. Hair still wet, I hope to wake up to defined, natural curls. None of this monkey business.