Wilma Flintstone says
"wash day. If there's one thing I hate, it's doin' the laundry."
she is carrying an armful of Fred's clothing....and she approaches a pelican.
she dumps the clothes into the bird's mouth, adds powdered detergent, and walks away.
After he sloshes the stuff around a little while, the pelican then adds,
"If there's one thing she hates. she!"
Ahh, that's comedy.
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GRIN
that's what I am doing right now.
I am grinning because of SIX things:
2. Spring Break just started, and I don't have school or work for two whole weeks!
5. I have a plan. not a master plan, but sort of a slave plan.
1. My camera is not broken!! WOO!
7. I get to go to Arizona tomorrow! And then I get to go to OHIO!! I am more excited about OHIO (that's why it's in all caps).
/IN SUM/
I hope to get on the fast train to muli-millionaredom and superstardom before I kill myself. I think the reality will be somewhere in between, but all I want really is to fall in love and be happy.
Happiness. not dreary gothiness. I'm SO past that hating-myself-with-black-eyeliner-and-listening-to-autechre-because-I-want-to-die phase.
ALICE DEEJAY!!! I DON'T THINK I'M BETTER OFF ALONE!!!!
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I could not get to sleep last night, or the night before, and right now I am awake because I have ingested much and many ephedrine pills. I finally did get to sleep around 6am I think, and when I did, I got no rest, for I had to awake at 8am. I wish I did not have to go to college, but I remember what I have accomplished so far, without a degree, and say to myself, "you do not want to be stupid too much longer, do you?"
to which I answer, "No, of course not, I would kill myself or be deathly afraid of whatever I might do next if I were not in school right now."
I stop talking to myself then and try to fight the urge to run myself over, or get in a fistfight with myself, or (most often) keep myself from climbing to the top of the Alex Johnson and taking a walk.
I live just 2 blocks from that hotel....
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I'm a mook.
And I am hitchhiking on the road that goes from Springfield to Yellow Springs, and I've been walking with my thumb out for hours.
I hope I don't die on this road.
I hope some great girl in a convertible picks me up; and at the same time I hope that some evildoer comes by and picks me up so that he can add me to his collection of carcasses in his basement.
wow.
I really hate this thumb of mine, and what the shit am I doing in OHIO?
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I'm here to preserve this poem I wrote when I was 13 or something:
I love my little octopus
My octopus loves me.
I love my little octopus
under the cottonwood tree.
My little octopus goes
DEE DEE DEE DEE DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG!!!
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