Maybe you need to drink 6 cups of coffee to wake up. And even then you need to drink 3 or 4 Red bulls. Also maybe you need like 5 or 6 cigarettes. And an hour of two of TV. You sit outside in your Arizona room in 50 degree temperatures. You wear small boxers and a sweater because you are cold.
Don't feel bad. I have a hard time getting out of bed too. It's called depression. Or not sleeping. I am not sure which.
That's why I give Britney Spears such props. She is in a deep psychotic state, but still manages to get out of bed. Even get a a haircut! Sure the haircut included all of her hair. But she is probably just going bald and wants to keep her hair short. To fool us.
That's smart thinking. The kind of thinking that turns out to be worth millions of dollars.
I'm pretty confident this is the worst post I have written this week. But you have to admit that my blog was a lot worse when it first started. Don't beleive me? Then check out the archives. It's ok, because none of the stuff on this blog is ever time sensitve.
And don't worry just because you check out the archives it doesn't mean that you are going back in time. There is no such thing as time travel.
It also doesn't mean that you are "living in the past" or "unconcerned with the future." It doesn't mean that you have abandoned the current project. It just means that you've clicked a link to our shared life.
2 comments:
I think this was actually funny. I shaved my head in high school. I looked so bad ass, like I would cut you in a dark alleyway, like I would shank your pink ass. Why does Brittany's hair cut have to be a cry for help. She needs to suck it up. You marry a rapper wanna be, backup dancer and don't expect to end bad? Go get some heroin, everything is going to be just fine.
perhaps you could pass her along your connections?
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