Blow up the chicken man
Wow.
My morning started off by waking up in a t-shirt and underwear wondering where the hell my pants are. I also noticed that next to me was Zeus the awesome turtle thats similar to the left turtle of this background, and I guess I just fell asleep eating graham crackers with chocolate frosting. MmMmM ((It's VERY delicious!))
Hmmm a LOT of shit just actually got into my head like...reality just hit me. Have you ever had that feeling where at the time everything seems so awesome and fun taking the chances you did but then like later your thinking what the FUCK was wrong with me!?
Usually crazy people don't think they are crazy, but assume that everybody else around them are the crazy ones. The non-crazy people may think they are crazy, but in reality they are aren't because the crazy people NEVER will EVER admit they are crazy because they don't think they are.
I finally got to watch my Jerry Springer today. Even though the episodes are tending to decline in amusement I really enjoyed todays episode. It consisted of people becoming prostitutes. I thoroughly loved how the people were cheating on their lovers after being with them for at least like five years, and then claiming that their lovers can't accept them for WHO the TRULY are. But if they haven't really fucked up their education in their youth years and actually decided to do something with their lives, maybe prostitution wouldn't have become who they "truly" are. Being a prostitute really isn't WHO you technically are, its more of what you do to make a living. The prostitutes are really the ones who aren't doing anything with their lives, just making money by having sex with god knows who. It's their true lovers who are doing something with their lives by have decent jobs, sure they may not be as much money as prostituting but i mean at least they aren't selling their bodies out to be abused and taking the gigantic risks of STD's which will ruin their lives.
Maybe I think too much of that show, usually I just watch the audience insult the huge chunky people which is very pleasing.
Me and Brett are gonna go to that show someday when we're 18, and we're SO gonna get our fucking Jerry Beads!!
If ANY of you are my friends NEVER EVER EVER EVER let me get ANY bad grades anymore in school, especially you Marie. Especially since me and are going to go to good colleges and get the hell out of here as soon as we can! ((So we can go on road trips to visit you know who -wink-wink-)) ...Getting into a good college so then I definately won't end up being a prostitute going on Jerry Springer and telling the man I love that I can't love them because prostitution has becomg my LIFE.
Oh, and think everyone should know my orange cat Negro came back. My pathetic parental units put up lame missing signs and some dude returned the little bastard. Which is kinda funny because when I was missing they didn't bother doing shit.
I feel like I am Charlie, and I lost my chocolate factory by drinking magical juice floating to the air and burping my way down. Which would technically be my grandpas fault for talking me into it. But at least I didn't get blown up into a huge ball and get rolled away, or take a nice refreshing dip into a river of chocolate milk, or end up being a bad golden egg. The worst of all was my buddy who shrunk into a small little action figure.
And I'm pretty sure I didn't get that job a Coldstone, which is ok because I know I probably would have gotten pretty annoyed of smiling, dancing, and singing all the fucking time. I guess I'll just have to try McDonalds so I can bring home some delicious cheesey burgers to my loving boyfriend, who will just end up staying with me for McDonalds food. I hope though, he doesn't get fat off eating cheese burgers. Then I would just break up with him, and find another skinny weak nerd to date until he becomes fat. It would become an endless tragedy. ((I'm just playing with you, your not weak considering you've almost killed me many times, I have the bruises, scraps, and scars.))
My life shouldn't even be toasted to drinking root beer anymore. I'm not even doing ANYTHING with my life, not even watching Mars Attacks. I did though yesterday burn a bag of popcorn that made me sad knowing I could have made good tasting food. I have no one to make food for anymore, so when I'm ungrounded I'll just have to learn how to make burger patties from the freezer ALL over again.
My only friends are Zeus, Trix, and Lucky. Even Zeus has been avoiding and ignoring me lately...
My morning started off by waking up in a t-shirt and underwear wondering where the hell my pants are. I also noticed that next to me was Zeus the awesome turtle thats similar to the left turtle of this background, and I guess I just fell asleep eating graham crackers with chocolate frosting. MmMmM ((It's VERY delicious!))
Hmmm a LOT of shit just actually got into my head like...reality just hit me. Have you ever had that feeling where at the time everything seems so awesome and fun taking the chances you did but then like later your thinking what the FUCK was wrong with me!?
Usually crazy people don't think they are crazy, but assume that everybody else around them are the crazy ones. The non-crazy people may think they are crazy, but in reality they are aren't because the crazy people NEVER will EVER admit they are crazy because they don't think they are.
I finally got to watch my Jerry Springer today. Even though the episodes are tending to decline in amusement I really enjoyed todays episode. It consisted of people becoming prostitutes. I thoroughly loved how the people were cheating on their lovers after being with them for at least like five years, and then claiming that their lovers can't accept them for WHO the TRULY are. But if they haven't really fucked up their education in their youth years and actually decided to do something with their lives, maybe prostitution wouldn't have become who they "truly" are. Being a prostitute really isn't WHO you technically are, its more of what you do to make a living. The prostitutes are really the ones who aren't doing anything with their lives, just making money by having sex with god knows who. It's their true lovers who are doing something with their lives by have decent jobs, sure they may not be as much money as prostituting but i mean at least they aren't selling their bodies out to be abused and taking the gigantic risks of STD's which will ruin their lives.
Maybe I think too much of that show, usually I just watch the audience insult the huge chunky people which is very pleasing.
Me and Brett are gonna go to that show someday when we're 18, and we're SO gonna get our fucking Jerry Beads!!
If ANY of you are my friends NEVER EVER EVER EVER let me get ANY bad grades anymore in school, especially you Marie. Especially since me and are going to go to good colleges and get the hell out of here as soon as we can! ((So we can go on road trips to visit you know who -wink-wink-)) ...Getting into a good college so then I definately won't end up being a prostitute going on Jerry Springer and telling the man I love that I can't love them because prostitution has becomg my LIFE.
Oh, and think everyone should know my orange cat Negro came back. My pathetic parental units put up lame missing signs and some dude returned the little bastard. Which is kinda funny because when I was missing they didn't bother doing shit.
I feel like I am Charlie, and I lost my chocolate factory by drinking magical juice floating to the air and burping my way down. Which would technically be my grandpas fault for talking me into it. But at least I didn't get blown up into a huge ball and get rolled away, or take a nice refreshing dip into a river of chocolate milk, or end up being a bad golden egg. The worst of all was my buddy who shrunk into a small little action figure.
And I'm pretty sure I didn't get that job a Coldstone, which is ok because I know I probably would have gotten pretty annoyed of smiling, dancing, and singing all the fucking time. I guess I'll just have to try McDonalds so I can bring home some delicious cheesey burgers to my loving boyfriend, who will just end up staying with me for McDonalds food. I hope though, he doesn't get fat off eating cheese burgers. Then I would just break up with him, and find another skinny weak nerd to date until he becomes fat. It would become an endless tragedy. ((I'm just playing with you, your not weak considering you've almost killed me many times, I have the bruises, scraps, and scars.))
My life shouldn't even be toasted to drinking root beer anymore. I'm not even doing ANYTHING with my life, not even watching Mars Attacks. I did though yesterday burn a bag of popcorn that made me sad knowing I could have made good tasting food. I have no one to make food for anymore, so when I'm ungrounded I'll just have to learn how to make burger patties from the freezer ALL over again.
My only friends are Zeus, Trix, and Lucky. Even Zeus has been avoiding and ignoring me lately...