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Holy SHIT I want to punch every single bug in the face..twice..
Maybe then they won't all gang up on me and EAT MY FLESH all the time.
Shit, son.
So I guess I think I'm pretty cool now with my whole "sleep from 3 to 3 thing". Like why do I, what? What? AH! Jesus, it's a simple task. A simple task. Sleeping. People do it sometimes. Why do I not sleep, why am I mentally challenged?
I am really not that counter-culture.
Christ.
Ha. I was asked today if I was Catholic.
Pssssh. I am very much not Catholic.
Like no, don't get me wrong. I don't have problems with other religions. By any means. I'm not a huge fan of the guilt-based, fear-driven-ness Catholicism has goin' on. But that's not me, so you know, whatever, that's cool. I mean, "SAVED!" is probably my favorite movie. I love Jesus. He's the shit. He's the hottest Jew ever, I'm not gonna lie.
I had the best conversation with Carrie last night/this morning. About old people and death and the afterlife and appreciation and religion. It was wicked sweet.
And then that crazy over-tired thing set it, and I'm not gonna pretend to remember any of the stuff I said. All I recall is telling her "I'm so glad I like men. They smell great most of the time." I also told her I could "feel my teeth on my face" and that animal cookies fit in my mouth better than animal crackers.
...Then we had hysterical laughing fits and eventually fell asleep BOTH chanting that "rama dasa sasay Sammy Sosa" thing from RSC
This is why I don't need alcohol.
Maybe then they won't all gang up on me and EAT MY FLESH all the time.
Shit, son.
So I guess I think I'm pretty cool now with my whole "sleep from 3 to 3 thing". Like why do I, what? What? AH! Jesus, it's a simple task. A simple task. Sleeping. People do it sometimes. Why do I not sleep, why am I mentally challenged?
I am really not that counter-culture.
Christ.
Ha. I was asked today if I was Catholic.
Pssssh. I am very much not Catholic.
Like no, don't get me wrong. I don't have problems with other religions. By any means. I'm not a huge fan of the guilt-based, fear-driven-ness Catholicism has goin' on. But that's not me, so you know, whatever, that's cool. I mean, "SAVED!" is probably my favorite movie. I love Jesus. He's the shit. He's the hottest Jew ever, I'm not gonna lie.
I had the best conversation with Carrie last night/this morning. About old people and death and the afterlife and appreciation and religion. It was wicked sweet.
And then that crazy over-tired thing set it, and I'm not gonna pretend to remember any of the stuff I said. All I recall is telling her "I'm so glad I like men. They smell great most of the time." I also told her I could "feel my teeth on my face" and that animal cookies fit in my mouth better than animal crackers.
...Then we had hysterical laughing fits and eventually fell asleep BOTH chanting that "rama dasa sasay Sammy Sosa" thing from RSC
This is why I don't need alcohol.