no autographs please.
where did I hear that……
oh yeah, I’m living it.
the sweat pants and shirt I’m wearing could walk away on their own.
I think I’ve worn them for like three days in a row.
good thing I haven’t left the house.
they’ve become a staple uniform.
it’s like 1984 but without the government oppression.
more like severe clinical depression.
I’ve subsisted off of Gatorade and saltines.
unless it comes out of a package ready-like……it doesn’t enter my body.
and no, at this point I simply suppress the thought of what that’s doing to me
from a nutritive standpoint.
I’ll probably end up with scurvy or rickets
and shave 10 years off my life or some shit.
I’ll betcha somewhere, some other blog, someone is writing about puppydogs and sunshine.
leprechauns and farting rainbows out their ass because their so fucking happy.
God bless them.