RIP me.
Well how's everyones vacation going? Good I suppose. Well mines the same except I'd like some creative suicide suggestions before I kill myself. I'm stuck in Missouri until God knows when. I'm in the middle of nowhere as I said before and now I'm alone. My relatives hate me, no joke. The snow is melting in Iowa. The only TV with satelite my mom took over and is now watching a Judge Judy marathon. This internet connection is as slow as a retard and in the past hour I've:
- Checked my email 5 times
- Played "The Adventures of Bob the Blob" to level 3 (I CANNOT GET PAST LEVEL 3!--anyone know cheat codes?)
- Looked through my moms contacts on her cell phone (mine died and I left my charger at home)
- Called my dad.
- Called Kristina.
- Called Kelsey.
- Called my cousins.
- Called Melissa (and left a pathetic message)
- Burned a piece of magazine.
- Teased my hair.
- Locked myself in the bathroom (explanation below)
Apparently animals (including really big, annoying golden retrievers) can smell/sense menstration. Which leads to that really big, annoying dog following me around with its nose up my ass the whole time. The only way to escape it was to lock myself in the bathroom and then it barked and whined outside the door until I turned on the blow dryer.
Just to let everyone know, I'm seriously going crazy. If you dont believe me, see for yourself:
BEFORE VACATION:
AFTER VACATION:
She was always a fan of singing.
And....she liked blowdryers.
She was a determined soul. If she couldn't get through the wall...
...She went through the window.
She aspired to be the lead singer of Kiss.
...or maybe it was a janitor.
Her weapon of choice.
Let us remember her as she was; not a sufferer of schitzophrenia, but a conquerer on the brave frontier of nowhereness.