Christmas lights in time with my stuttered brain waves...
I'm passively llistening to the news at the moment and one of the stories happened to be the rising price of, wait for it.....Sugar. Ok so sugar is going up 15% apparently. I'm sorry but how much is sugar right now? Like a buck ten? I mean I buy it often and as I recall I don't feel like I'm giving up the rest of my week by buying sugar. "Well really I'd love to go see the new Harry Potter film but I can't because well...I bought sugar...I know I know...pricey but oh so worth it. I mean who wants that splenda crap anyway?"
The news is so pointless. Well at least like local shitty news. It's 25 minutes of fluff with occasionally a real news story stuck in there somewhere. It reminds me of that Mr. Show skit where they were doing all these fluff stories about rainbows and then they go but we must get serious for a moment" Bunnies are playing on clouds of marshmellows!" Or something of that nature. It was awesome. Perhaps some Mr. Show lover will "school" me on the proper quote.
I feel like someone zapped all my energy. I think it was my lunch. I blame it all on Culvers and that bitch of an old lady who made a burger with blood running out of it and then refused to apologize til Amiee got her guns on and went down there and "served" her. We've got our money back thanks to Miss. Amiee. I want to sleep but I have to remove a rotting pumpkin from my balcony.
The news is so pointless. Well at least like local shitty news. It's 25 minutes of fluff with occasionally a real news story stuck in there somewhere. It reminds me of that Mr. Show skit where they were doing all these fluff stories about rainbows and then they go but we must get serious for a moment" Bunnies are playing on clouds of marshmellows!" Or something of that nature. It was awesome. Perhaps some Mr. Show lover will "school" me on the proper quote.
I feel like someone zapped all my energy. I think it was my lunch. I blame it all on Culvers and that bitch of an old lady who made a burger with blood running out of it and then refused to apologize til Amiee got her guns on and went down there and "served" her. We've got our money back thanks to Miss. Amiee. I want to sleep but I have to remove a rotting pumpkin from my balcony.
