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LOL guess who got sick last night, and the lucky guessed gets a biscuit. Not a British cookie, but a dog biscuit.
I used to enjoy those as a kid. Good stuff. Here’s the scoop, I was sleeping — I had some pancakes and sodie pop, yeah, maybe I was kinda high but THATS not why I puked.
My best Buddy Shadow spam texted me so much I woke up and got sick everywhere. I h8 spam texts. Please type full sentences and indent when you need to start a new topic of conversation. No one cares enough about you to wait for each buzz of the phone to see what you have to say.. not applied to Shadow directly.
As unpleasant as it was.. I’m not appalled by Vomit. It was an experience I’m happy to have, even if I I’ve had many experiences just like it.
I puke a lot.
You, as the reader, don’t know this. But it is now 10:34 pm. My day has passed and you have no clue — but I’ve spoiled the secret, maybe I’ll remove the time part of the top off, since it matters so little.
I’m still somewhat sick, I’ll admit. My brother actually told me I may be sick from eating food wrong. So there goes my pride in my cooking skills — raw bacon. I don’t even like bacon.
Tomorrow I’ll get the results from my job interview — either I’m a working man or doomed to be a bum forever, and I don’t know which I’d prefer..
Kidding, I’d much rather have the job!! Money is a must have right now, because it would be a win win for my family and if I could save and use my own money on small things. Of course, my ideal scenario would be get the job, get my license, go to college.. get rich, own love slaves and then maybe harbor children in my older adult years.. then I’ll write my manifesto
That’s something I think about that a lot, love. Love Slaves. Nyen and Nyon — and NaNa, but she’s special. I can only hope I’ll one day be able to create a home similar to my own in Ranfren. Don’t take my appearance in the media as my support for who just happened to document it into a comic.
I will say, I find comfort in dysfunction, as long as it is all positive dysfunction. Chaos, with a farmiliar enough air to it that its navigable. Thinking on it, I can imagine it would have something to do with the vulnerability you need to be at ease with a person who is giving off high strung energy. At least, that’s a chore for me. That would show a level of commitment and trust, and found family is something I value in regards to the fact my given family hardly takes time to find me in a day.
People are just animals, and I believe we should respect that. Our free will is limited by a social standard — self expression is easy to put forth when battling oppression, but I consider the way the world works to be more like brainwashing. No one really learns anymore, we just relay information. We’re so spoon fed, and I’m just as guilty. I won’t change, but I’ll acknowledge it.
I wonder in what conditions humans thrive best in. It’s obviously subjective to some extent — the trait of preference being another subject of marvel — but I wonder when we will start testing on humans like mice and dogs. Putting them in awful scenarios and scribing down their last words. Photographing the bloody little claw marks at the exit. Imagine that.
I believe shame, guilt and fear are issues. If you feel shame, you won’t do whatever you want. If you feel guilt, you’ll restrict yourself to avoid. If you feel fear, you’ll get no where at all. Perhaps I’ll make a book on reasoning out negative emotions and turn the readers into cult members.. if cults are illegal this is only a rouse.
I just believe in a clean and freeing way of living that is more self serving and accepting to the world around is. I don’t mean accepting of other people’s lifestyles or beliefs, and I’m not even talking about the beauty of nature. I’m talking about listening to the trees and drinking unfiltered stream water that contracts you a deadly brain parasite as nature intended.