I always laugh at that commercial. The little boy needs to pee and is struggling with his belt while doing a slight pee-pee dance when he says, "Mooooommm, we have a situation!" It's the way he says it that cracks me up the most.
The past few weeks have been full blown hell for me. All my fault, as usual. I finally checked myself into a psych ward praying that could shut up the fucking demons in my head for while. Instead, the music I was used to, and rather enjoyed, is gone shadows have started lurking around corners and underneath furniture.
The good news is, I lost my job. Yeah, me! I am also in the process of being evicted from my apartment and I have discovered, much to my amusement, that I honestly do NOT give a fuck. Not even a smidgeon of a fuck. I will start packing shit up this week and throw it in storage and live in my car until I find a job and figure something out. Something that has always puzzled me is that of all the people that are accidentally or deliberately killed every day - how the flying fuck am I never in the right fucking place?! What are the goddamn odds on that shit?!
I started self mutilation in the hospital (arm) and tried again when I got home. It is pretty fucking pathetically assinine when I own the dullest fucking knives on the planet. Still, didn't turn out to bad. The funny thing about what I used on my arm was the stupid big ass 1980's comb THE HOSPITAL puts in all the little tolietry kits..THEN they sent the fucking thing home with me. Geeez Loiuse!
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