"funereally fer real" [my love is killing me]
Often times, I find that I have turned into a giant balloon. Once turned into this balloon, I float away thousands of miles from my human suit. This is all very lovely, unless I happen to be in a situation where my body needs a little loving attention [it gets lonely without me. so lonely it causes poor Human Suit to go mad. wires are flying all over the place. everyone is screaming, but they don't know why]
Some examples over the few months=
1. Driving over curbs and smashing into a pole, totalling the car...because I wasn't aware for a few seconds that I was trying to park. I don't remember where I was [where my balloon had drifted] right before and during this stupid little incident, but I'm sure it was great.
2. Walking to the gas station a couple weeks ago, imagining what my perfect best friend would look like. I've always had an image of "who they were", but not how they looked. So, I thought I would go over some options and stories to go with their look. The one which was making me giggle at the time was a scenerio of a man who was grotesquely overweight with flaming red hair, and he liked to sing silly childrens songs in a rather demented [hilarious] way. Well, what would be his favorite thing to do? That is, what really makes him soil the panties of his brain? SUDDENLY, he was rolling down a steep hill giggling like a little girl who just pooped down the laundry chute-[well i know that made me giggle when i used to do it.shh]. It was just all too much. Intense hilariousness was swimming inside me. Well, while the last few moments of this story were going on I apparently thought I was back home again, and didn't realize I hadn't even been to the gas station yet, because I was trying to unlock the gas station with my house key...for at least 25 seconds [ok i lied. it was more like half-1 second. but it felt like a stupid long time after i realized what had just happened] How embarassing! Actually it was just so stupid that it became amazing.
3. Just a few moments ago, I was thinking about my friend Caleb, and recalling memories of a night that we went to the beautifully disgruntled diner from a heavenly hell. Such great characters to work with to make this a great story. I was so tickled to get this story "on the road" that a big smile grew upon my face. Just at that moment [of the smile] my mother walked in...WELL, apparently...at some point while the smile was taking place a pop up for hot men with huge testicles consumed the screen of my computer. So there it was...me smiling warmly, and hot men with huge testicles dancing in front of me, and my mother with a disgusted look on her face. She said "that's it. i'm done. i'm going to bed. don't talk to me" Oh, she is very serious. Such a hard woman to please.
Anyway, I guess this world isn't very cooperative with us day dreamers. Life is a rough crowd these days. Tis' true. I'm a total reality retard. The government should give me money.
Some examples over the few months=
1. Driving over curbs and smashing into a pole, totalling the car...because I wasn't aware for a few seconds that I was trying to park. I don't remember where I was [where my balloon had drifted] right before and during this stupid little incident, but I'm sure it was great.
2. Walking to the gas station a couple weeks ago, imagining what my perfect best friend would look like. I've always had an image of "who they were", but not how they looked. So, I thought I would go over some options and stories to go with their look. The one which was making me giggle at the time was a scenerio of a man who was grotesquely overweight with flaming red hair, and he liked to sing silly childrens songs in a rather demented [hilarious] way. Well, what would be his favorite thing to do? That is, what really makes him soil the panties of his brain? SUDDENLY, he was rolling down a steep hill giggling like a little girl who just pooped down the laundry chute-[well i know that made me giggle when i used to do it.shh]. It was just all too much. Intense hilariousness was swimming inside me. Well, while the last few moments of this story were going on I apparently thought I was back home again, and didn't realize I hadn't even been to the gas station yet, because I was trying to unlock the gas station with my house key...for at least 25 seconds [ok i lied. it was more like half-1 second. but it felt like a stupid long time after i realized what had just happened] How embarassing! Actually it was just so stupid that it became amazing.
3. Just a few moments ago, I was thinking about my friend Caleb, and recalling memories of a night that we went to the beautifully disgruntled diner from a heavenly hell. Such great characters to work with to make this a great story. I was so tickled to get this story "on the road" that a big smile grew upon my face. Just at that moment [of the smile] my mother walked in...WELL, apparently...at some point while the smile was taking place a pop up for hot men with huge testicles consumed the screen of my computer. So there it was...me smiling warmly, and hot men with huge testicles dancing in front of me, and my mother with a disgusted look on her face. She said "that's it. i'm done. i'm going to bed. don't talk to me" Oh, she is very serious. Such a hard woman to please.
Anyway, I guess this world isn't very cooperative with us day dreamers. Life is a rough crowd these days. Tis' true. I'm a total reality retard. The government should give me money.