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So bored I could cry. Perhaps not in the physical sense of the word with all the sniffling, waterworks, shaking and sighing, but internally... yes, I could have a good internal cry. And that might make a little more sense if you ignore the logistics of it.
I get bored so easily and so quickly, it's not fair. I sometimes wish I was born a simpleton where the mere shadow of a paperclip would arouse excitement and/or interest... and/or sexual desires (cmon, paperclips are pretty cool, so if I was born REALLY dumb I might have found them shapely and extremely erotic).
Went a bit wild with the red cordial earlier today to pump myself up. You know, live on the edge a bit, get that adrenalin rushing. And it was working too - I was all over the place, no one could stop my rampage of hyperactive activity. I was going strong after my fourth cup, not looking back, letting the wind rush through my hair (as the window was open) and ultimately feeling free! That was until I actually read the bottle's label and discovered it was "Light Raspberry, Low Jule, Sugar-Free Cordial". Way to dampen the day. Damn you Cottee's. Damn you and your sugar-free liquidy goodness to hell.
Spoke with Joel again today. Been awhile... and it was interesting to say the least. He has diagnosed himself with Bipolar disease (second person in one day - I learnt what not to say from Javier after getting my head bitten off) and requested my opinion on the matter, as of course I am very advanced with my medical knowledge. I asked what his symptoms were, how he was feeling and if he had fallen or bumped his head as of late. After gathering all the information together and becoming slightly perplexed as he had not bumped his head, I delved into the recesses of my mental library.
"Aha!" I proclaimed, "I do infact know what your problem is, but unfortunately I need to operate. I will have to remove the 3" x 3" steel rod up your anal cavity as it must be causing you much pain and suffering.".
I continued on to write him an online prescription for homosexuality (some honey and vinaigrette should do it). I am still awaiting a response.
Oh, look! A bunny!
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*Update*
Deborah, a co-worker, also has Bipolar and found it offensive when I started laughing about it. Very popular disease indeed.
I get bored so easily and so quickly, it's not fair. I sometimes wish I was born a simpleton where the mere shadow of a paperclip would arouse excitement and/or interest... and/or sexual desires (cmon, paperclips are pretty cool, so if I was born REALLY dumb I might have found them shapely and extremely erotic).
Went a bit wild with the red cordial earlier today to pump myself up. You know, live on the edge a bit, get that adrenalin rushing. And it was working too - I was all over the place, no one could stop my rampage of hyperactive activity. I was going strong after my fourth cup, not looking back, letting the wind rush through my hair (as the window was open) and ultimately feeling free! That was until I actually read the bottle's label and discovered it was "Light Raspberry, Low Jule, Sugar-Free Cordial". Way to dampen the day. Damn you Cottee's. Damn you and your sugar-free liquidy goodness to hell.
Spoke with Joel again today. Been awhile... and it was interesting to say the least. He has diagnosed himself with Bipolar disease (second person in one day - I learnt what not to say from Javier after getting my head bitten off) and requested my opinion on the matter, as of course I am very advanced with my medical knowledge. I asked what his symptoms were, how he was feeling and if he had fallen or bumped his head as of late. After gathering all the information together and becoming slightly perplexed as he had not bumped his head, I delved into the recesses of my mental library.
"Aha!" I proclaimed, "I do infact know what your problem is, but unfortunately I need to operate. I will have to remove the 3" x 3" steel rod up your anal cavity as it must be causing you much pain and suffering.".
I continued on to write him an online prescription for homosexuality (some honey and vinaigrette should do it). I am still awaiting a response.
Oh, look! A bunny!
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*Update*
Deborah, a co-worker, also has Bipolar and found it offensive when I started laughing about it. Very popular disease indeed.