i mean here i am, i've been here all damned day, haven't even peaked out the fucking blinds to see how bright it is out there. and i just can't seem to find motivation ANYwhere.
i feel like i know the answer. i need to turn off the computer, stop blogging, and take a fucking shower already.
ughhhhh.... why is just listening to talk radio, and taking more bong hits SO APPEALING?!?!?!
and i know i'm just gonna be annoyed on my way to the bank, and to fetch my signs, ect...
et fucking cetera.
im like at the point where i have to mock the old lady in the grocery store line, and use my retard voice, and immitate her, and i just feel it all happening, and only ask myself LATER... "how did i USED to be patient?"
maybe i never was, but who knows.
thank god for the horn on my car. i like to do what i call car horn ambush, where i sneak up on pedestrains, and wait until the perfect second to LAYYY on the horn and hopefully scare then enough to shit their pants.
there's a lot to be said for a well timed HONK. i seriously have a love for the look of someone getting shooken up by it. just ask big tanky.
so what are my options, again? go out into the world, and try and count to ten and take deep breaths, and hopefully i wont SNAP!!!! or just stay here at home, and fuck myself over.
ok. im going. FINE.
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