I'm a simple sort. I've also come to grips with the idea that I'm as unimportant and minuscule as everyone else. I'm like another ant in the line carrying back shit to the queen... except in my case I'll probably eat it before she gets it. Her loss, lazy bitch. Teach her to send a fat girl on a mission for food.
Life is what you make of it. One time I made a sculpture out of pipe cleaners and everyone looked at it like "what the hell is that?" "A mosquito" "Why would you make a mosquito" "Just in case you said ..'THAT SUCKS' I wouldn't be offended." I keep myself pretty happy this way.
I Live in the bible belt... waaaaay in the bible belt fo' realz, ya'll" We have thugs on horses, There was an anti abortion rally here next to the local feed store. Right next to the picketer was a lady selling yard eggs. I wanted so badly to ask the picketers a few questions... like " so do you condone the consumption of eggs? It's technically aborting a baby chicken. ... If it's okay, we've finally solved the abortion issue.. now pass the salt."
The particular place I live in is kinda like where all the old people in the state come to die I guess. It really is like a giant geriatric community. There isn't a single bar in sight but at least 10 bingo halls. You can imagine what traffic is like. There's always that one bluehair that is going at least 20 mph slower than everyone else. In this place however, it's like they form a bluehair armada on the highway. Champagne Grand Marquis's on all sides and mottled toothless grins of satisfaction come from their faces as you feel them closing in on you.
TBC.. *dramatic music!!*
Life is what you make of it. One time I made a sculpture out of pipe cleaners and everyone looked at it like "what the hell is that?" "A mosquito" "Why would you make a mosquito" "Just in case you said ..'THAT SUCKS' I wouldn't be offended." I keep myself pretty happy this way.
I Live in the bible belt... waaaaay in the bible belt fo' realz, ya'll" We have thugs on horses, There was an anti abortion rally here next to the local feed store. Right next to the picketer was a lady selling yard eggs. I wanted so badly to ask the picketers a few questions... like " so do you condone the consumption of eggs? It's technically aborting a baby chicken. ... If it's okay, we've finally solved the abortion issue.. now pass the salt."
The particular place I live in is kinda like where all the old people in the state come to die I guess. It really is like a giant geriatric community. There isn't a single bar in sight but at least 10 bingo halls. You can imagine what traffic is like. There's always that one bluehair that is going at least 20 mph slower than everyone else. In this place however, it's like they form a bluehair armada on the highway. Champagne Grand Marquis's on all sides and mottled toothless grins of satisfaction come from their faces as you feel them closing in on you.
TBC.. *dramatic music!!*
