Nov 19, 2005 22:08
no more toys, presents fun times. just save for bills.
can't wait to be in debt up to my eye balls.
doesn't matter what I save, it'll all be gone after the first grocery bag of bread and milk.
won't have water, electricity, or anything else.
will sell everything I own so I can afford to flush the toilet.
but it'll be worth it.
I think jenna and I should get married and live in my basement.
afterwards I'll down a gallon of gasoline and she can have the life insurance.
It'll look like an accident.
maybe I'll poop out a spike and bleed to death.
At least it would make the news... or some other ass's blog.
That's right kids, life isn't peachy. I guess I should grab a sweater and get a nautical tatoo on my wrist, but I don't feel commited enough to this write a freaking poem.
love people the best you know how. Buy presents because you think of them when you see it, or you thought of it because you just happend to be thinking about them.
i quit, again.
quote from a movie I should write:
"think of this way Lizzie, if everything tasted like eggs there'd be a lot more cocks in the world. And lord knows we have enough of those already. Look at Wall Street. Now drink dang milk!"