mother fucking snakes

so its 4/20 and although there is one very obvious thing that
comes to mind on this day my thoughts turn to another thing.
4/20 is the birthday of this girl I don't even know who married
a good friend of mine. And I don't think that should have ever
happened. THE END OF THAT

my life I feel has reached it's peak of pointlessness, and I can't wait to go back to school! I might even gather up some cash and go pay all of my library fees just so I can check out a big fat book of knowlege.

I've got a fever and the only perscription is more knowlege.""

Just saying. I've reached a point where I don't even want to watch tv unless I am learning
I don't want to drink any alcohol
I don't want to smoke any weed, or cigs
I don't want a boy to touch me let alone kiss me
all I want to do is learn. and be a better person
is that selfish? I don't think so.
It's about fucking time I better myself, because there are mother fucking snakes on this mother fucking plane. and it's going down soon.

I hate how everytime I'm sick it feels like the first time
I always say ok, ok last time was a walk in the park. THIS time it really is the worst pain ever.
do I have a low pain tollerance... how does one even know if they do or not..
You can't be another person for a day and find out... oh yeah this hurts way more in this body than it does in my real body.

Do they have pain tollerance tests at like colleges. I'm sure I'll read about some study for pain tollerance soon in some womens health magazine. I buy a lot of them

I need to know how to do things

like how to do fifty types of crunches
and how to know if my mascara is too old to use
and what sunscreen is the best for whatever situation.
Why do I care so much about all these things?
The truth is I don't, I just like scanning over the pictures.
I think these magazines make me feel more responsible and healthy.
working out for twenty minute makes me feel skinnier
shopping at whole foods makes me go home and clean the kitchen, not an easy task mind you. Why? I don't know but it works every time and I love it.

Well this has been a particularly fun little rant for me. Now I have to go get ready for work. and what do you know the pain killers finally kicked in!

why am I so blessed?


Michaela