Replenish me with Vitamin B, for my nerves have died...
So many little things used to bother me;... what other people thought, what the outcomes would be like, who's mad and who's sad, should I hold her hair up while she vomits and still tell her that she's beautiful...etc...etc......
You get the point.
Thing is, I rather just walk around and stay completely numb. That way, I can sleep at night, I can eat a meal and enjoy the warm succulent taste that comes with it, and I can finally settle down with my own sick problems.
Life is sweet then sour, sweet then sour, and sometimes comes with a chocolate fucking center if you're lucky.
Last week was the closest to death I've felt in quite some time. A fever for 3 days of 104 degrees. It wasn't that scary at all. It was more like a good detective movie to me. Wondering what was around the next corner, and who was the one carrying the knife in the study. Was it you Col. Mustard??!!
God damet Chuck Palahniuk!!! The way you make me look at life makes me want to strangle a religious zealot and then kill myself with a champagne bottle!!! DAMN YOU!
This medicine I was on last week was just splendid. Appearantly it's also used to treat symptoms of Parkinson's Disease. "Sweet" was all I could utter as the menopausal mother delivered the red capsules of love to my door. Room #2, Marvilla Guest House. Geerrrrr.
These pills somehow enticed me to make "silly phone calls" which were on the verge of prank phone calls, to family and friends alike.
The call to my dad:
James: (ring-ring) "heehe hahaheehe" (ring-ring)
Daddio: Hello?
James: YO DADDIO! It's your son. I'm umm sick and stuff. Hahaha. Listen, do you still have that video......haaha snicker......ha that video where the redneck grabs that snake and..hahaha........grabs that snake and pulls it in the boat and then he yells "YOU MOTHER-FUCKER! YOU FUCKER!!!!" Hahaha....do you still have that Daddy, you know, that ol' snake video??
Daddio: ...............
Daddio: Um , yeah I think I still have it James (sipping whiskey and water) Are you sure you're alright? What in the hell made you think of that?
James: Ohh um....haha........I don't know........just feeling goofy and all..
Daddio: (whispers to himself).... "weirdo"
James: Yeah so can you find that for me? And then can you buy me a computer and stuff?....An Apple....yeah an Apple....ok bye.
I don't know what else I did really. My mom told me that I watched about 3 episodes of Mr. Rogers and that I was tearing up. For somer reason I can see that happening. Mr. Rogers does pull on my heart strings.
Anyway, sorry livejournal. I find writing in here doesn't please me as much as it use to. It's just that ....well.....I get tired of all your bullshit. So, I want all my stuff back! Just leave it by my door while I'm at work. Your abortion money is in my mailbox in a white envelope marked "Roe vs. Wade, Thank You God."