Jul 24, 2008 16:02
God damn, I'm in limbo again. It's a strange place. Halfway between preventing the monster attacks and avoiding slipping on banana peels that have been carelessly discarded from the windows of moving cars.
What I think I'm trying to say is that somewhere inside my chemistry, something isn't right. Is it medications? Drugs? Illegal drugs? Too much alcohol? How can I spend these kinds of fees on things you will piss and shit out. Up in smoke. My money goes up in smoke, just a few hits though are all it's worth.
Almighty lost his title. I was sick of the skinny puppy's poor business practices. I'd never pass out on a call. Business is shameful and practical embarrasment when your goods just can't cut the mustard.
Cutting the mustard sounds grosser than cutting the cheese. Granted there are stinky cheeses out there, mocking the scent of blood, but mustard is all around disgusting. The color, the fact that it is mushed up seeds. I have a beef with eating mushed up seeds, even in applesauce and pudding.
THIS WAS PART ONE. MAYBE I WILLS WRITE LATER.