Well, since I’m starting at the shitpile of work I have to go through and all I can think of is downloading a good version of angry birds, and since I have a weird wimpy shade of purple nail polish on, that could come of as pink but I wouldn’t admit that if my life depended on it – If this is the long-awaited metamorphosis of me into an actual woman or something then it’s gonna be painful *gulp* – I thought it was suitable time for another psychedelic rant.
It took me 90 minutes to muster up enough will to get out of bed this morning. It was prolly due to the newly acquired realization that sleeping is actually nice, or maybe just lying in a warm cozy bed doing absolutely nothing stuck somewhere in between dreamland and reality. It’s a cool field out there, you oughta try it sometime. When I did get out of bed and started my day with a piece of my birthday cake, I came upon the realization that chocolate mousse cakes can make everything better, or rather feel better, which would feel the same since most people are subjective fucks. I had a hostile encounter with the espresso maker who refused to give me hot coffee when I refused to give it the right amount of attention, which made me come to the other realization that espresso makers are actually females. On my way to the living room with that shitty wreck that passes for coffee by excuse of the limited circling vocabulary of the 21st century, I came upon yet another realization that since I’m now 19, then according to history I’m 2 times more likely to be dead before I’m 20. That didn’t sit well with me, but then again neither did the coffee. I then decided to take a shower and not come out until I’m ready to face the woes of the world, which was helpful since I blanked out for yet another 60 minutes of utter bliss in nothingness. This is boring. And food is here.
Later, bitches.
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