much luff

i've been really, really sick yesterday and today. thank you for emails! that transformers stuff almost made me shit my pants, which almost happened like 3 times at work today.

i really, really dislike babies. i'm sorry, first you're going to whine all day and cry and demand shit, then get me sick? i should light you on fire.

fucking ear infection, and i haven't been able to eat any food for days. i also shit so much this morning, wondering where the fuck it came from really, and it made me dizzy.

i woke up too late to call into work, so i went to work. i thought perchance itd be ok, even if just to hold out so i could see the cool new pantry chick for a few minutes.

siiigh, well the cool pantry chick got cooler, i was so sick i could barely stand, and im sure i looked extremely pathetic. i hate sickness.

whoever invented imperfect humans needs to be shot in teh face. fuck you worthless christian god.

what happens when a king gets sick? when teh cat's meow comes with a sniffle? kings don't get sick. heroes? ok well spiderman got sick once and had his ass handed too him but at least he stood up and fought. i guess me working was kind of an equivalent. siiigh.

im not a cook. im a monkey, in a monkey machine.

i want to reply to emails really bad right now. i think i might later, ya know, after i miraculously recover only to get a concussion from a falling bag of non-sequential hundred dollar bills. oh no, that happens in real life! seriously!

of course in my wacked out excuse for a life, i don't get challenged. all i get are annoyances. germs. police. siiigh. i need to be better. at everything. maybe i'll be happier.

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i need a hug. 2 weeks to bonnaroo. yay em got a car! hoorays! wow i forgot to add a pic of one of thsoe vehicles from the TF movie.

PS: devastator a tank? fuckers better make this movie GOD AWESOME or i will banish them to dimension X. how hard could it be? what the fuck man? i hate money. ruins art. everyday. speaking of which, artists rock. congrats to you all. i have my secrets. i wish i didn't have to keep them. i'd tell if you only asked. at least i got my cd's back. i had forgotten how scratched up they were. siiigh. a hug?

hardly one hug would do. i need a source of hugs. yeah. see what being sick does to my me-ness? i'm hardly go for teh gusto and act more like a pathetic wretch, furthuring self-dislike, which is a dangerous habit. I feel like im supposed to learn something and that just shrugging it off means ill miss something. also, i have a tendency to be too tough and drive my ass into teh ground, something id rather not do.

damn i wish i was perfect. wish I was The Man. God. King. You name it. if even to just one person. siiiigh, fuck you dreams.

did you know that dreamers are never happy, and conversely, dreamers are always happy? dreamers love it when they are living their dreams. dastardly dreamers. im gonna go. don't be gripped by avarice should i wane on replies to emails. i might pass out.

PS: i need help in ideas. i have no car, or transportation save for a bicycle, no room of my own even, let alone place. how the fuck do i hang out with a girl then?

PPS: oh yeah.
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