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Obama's Dog

So I guess today is pretty exciting.
Not for me. I gotta take a shower, apply for jobs, and deal with my whiny dog. Yes, I'm the adventurous sort.
As for Obama, however, I'm very curious to see what kind of dog he gets. I really think he should go for a purebred instead of all those pound puppies. However, that isn't Obama's style. He wants a mixed breed from the streets to mold into the perfect pet. I'm just afraid that he's going to get a dog that will PEE ON THE WHITE HOUSE CARPETS. Imagine that, that would probably be considered a terrorist act on the dog's part.
So Obama, choose carefully.

And that's about the depth of my emotion about the subject if inauguration. Other than that, I wish him good luck and hopes that he watches his back. You can't trust anybody in politics these days. So I'll be watching it. I definitely wanna hear his speech, but I mostly want to watch all the people practically pissing themselves and falling to the ground like Obama is the sun god bringing light to a dark world. I guess to them, he is.
But they don't know who the sun god REALLY is:

Yesterday

was a bad day, my apologies.

Anyway, I haven't had much blogging inspiration lately, but here's a couple of things

1) Harlan, Sarah, Waylon, and I have taken it upon ourselves to form the best worst band in the world. Find us on the internet.
2) It's Saturday, and probably one of the nicest days I've seen in a while. Too bad I'm in bed with a headache and nothing to do!
3) Now I can drink four beers instead of three.

BODY OVER MIND

Physical pain is something I definitely prefer to all other types of pain.
Physical pain distracts me long enough. I cherish my times of discomfort because it keeps my mind occupied.
So thank you, aching arms and blistered fingers, searing headaches and churning guts, bruised crevices and open sores, guitar strings and sharp corners, stainless steel and butane, sparking synapses and empty stomachs, and all tumors that have yet to be discovered, speak now or forever hold your peace. Because of you, I have not completely lost my mind. Being in constant pain has kept me in touch with reality.
Whichever naysayer is bold enough to disapprove of hypochondria obviously hasn't given it a shot, because it really works for me. Try it out. As they say, it's better to be sick than sorry.
And by sorry, I don't mean apologetic.

I'm starting to feel like maybe if I was openly crazy, people would get off my back. But since I appreciate societal standards and try to abide by them, I'm still expected to function with some level of normality. It seems like pulling the depressed card gets you out of jail free. I wish I could just tell everyone, hey, no, actually, I'm NOT going to do that because I'm a sociopath drug addict suffering from school age schizophrenia. Or maybe I can give the short version of how I hate everything about every aspect of my life, so fuck you.

Yes, I'm real mature for my age, I pay bills and do the shopping and shit. And by that I mean I lie in bed and play the Sims 2 and hope that my brain will start bleeding.

Loyal readers, I promise that one day, these blogs will start looking up. Until then, my room is a mess, I have two friends, no job, no money, no hobbies, I can't drive, and my curfew is 12 o clock until further notice

if you listen to lupe fiasco

go kick push off a cliff.

Sick

The fact is, I ate too many raisins, and now I feel like I'm going to throw up.