Chicken butt haha!!
Ok, seriously though. I was pretty productive today. Rescheduled an appointment with my new landlord, added the new class, went to the doctor, ran to the store, had lunch with Victoria, went to the leech's basketball game, oh...and got a job interview with the government. Granted it's only a temporary job with the Census but I'll take it. I think it'll fit in nicely with my statistics hopes. Go me! :D
The doctor appointment went ... horrible I think. He gave me another round of anti-inflammatories and told me to do physical therapy 4 days a week for 4 weeks. He still insists it's just a pulled muscle. If this doesn't work, I'm going to eat him.
I've got a head cold that just won't go away either and I feel like I could sleep for a week. Ugh!!
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Guess What?!
| Tuesday, February 2, 2010 |
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Fuck a duck with the wrong end of a plunger!
You're walking around like nothing's wrong but your entire world is about to fall apart. If you'd be honest with yourself you'd have seen this coming long before me. I don't know that you can see without your glasses though. I just want to scream in your face and shove you down the stairs. Maybe that will knock you off your crooked path. Set you back on the walk you should have been on...alone...together...regardless...without him.
A punch in the nose...a smack in the face...some cyanide in your cereal might be your saving grace. The snow on the television is breaking up the rainbow. Bleach and Ajax with a dash of vinegar might make you dance like a star. To yourself...who are we to judge...yet you turn your head and look to the crowd with pleading eyes...willing to pay someone else to fix themselves...willing to bribe the dog with peanut butter to fuck the neighbor's cousin in her sleep to make sure no one knows that it's really you that's fucked up...not us. We shit perfection and you smear it over yourself trying to catch up but you only smell worse.
There's a staircase...2 flights should be enough...if you let me trip you I promise I'll feel better. A window perhaps...I'll move the car so you don't scratch it....give me a minute to turn up this song...or should I tape your mouth shut...no one cares about your screams.
Oh look...a squirrel.
A punch in the nose...a smack in the face...some cyanide in your cereal might be your saving grace. The snow on the television is breaking up the rainbow. Bleach and Ajax with a dash of vinegar might make you dance like a star. To yourself...who are we to judge...yet you turn your head and look to the crowd with pleading eyes...willing to pay someone else to fix themselves...willing to bribe the dog with peanut butter to fuck the neighbor's cousin in her sleep to make sure no one knows that it's really you that's fucked up...not us. We shit perfection and you smear it over yourself trying to catch up but you only smell worse.
There's a staircase...2 flights should be enough...if you let me trip you I promise I'll feel better. A window perhaps...I'll move the car so you don't scratch it....give me a minute to turn up this song...or should I tape your mouth shut...no one cares about your screams.
Oh look...a squirrel.
