|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
bitch-ass lighter problems, that's what!
So... on the agenda, today. Get kitty food, lighter, weed, unpack shit. Freak out another old teacher... Mrs. Strandquist will be next, if I can find her. And Mr. Colthart.
google herbal remedies for migraines. The last one was up there with worst one, ever...
I'll try and unpack most of it. who knows???
Ick... sober writing is boring. um... let's be imaginative...
I came up with an anology of what I'm trying to do here... Does anyone remember that one care bears movie with the ashole magician kid??? Remember at the end how the care bears used their tummy power to get the asshole to care?
And then he was like, "I... I care." That's what we're doin', here... only we're using our brain power instead of tummy power! I'm a care bear! I'm "sexy wife and mother" bear.
I walk around making the other care bears pretend that they care for me, in general, instead of only caring about my honey-hole... even care bears are fucking liars and can't maintain conversation without staring into their pants and making their undies crusty with care.
Alright... that was dec for being sober.
HOORAY! I LIVE IN A HOUSE! (for now)