Hambil
I AM A GOLDEN GOD
So I am sitting there and I sigh, because I ache all over and feel like crap like I do every day lately (no, not a hang over just my every day) and then I think well a lot of people have it worse so don't give some stupid sigh over your stupid life and I sigh about that, then I sigh about sighing about THAT, then I think I should just blow my head off.
Now, before anyone gets too concerned this image comes to mind (I believe) for very specific reasons. I have no license, no ID (it was stolen/lost and I never replaced it) I do not if I can help it, leave the house. I do not own a gun. I do not believe in guns. So, blowing my head off is over all a pretty safe image for my subconscious to generate unless I happen to accidentally stub my toe on a loaded gun while crossing the elementary school playground on my weekly trip to the local convenience store to stock up on booze.
So, that is my life. Feeling like crap and feeling guilty about feeling like crap and feeling guilty about posting about feeling guilty about feeling like crap...
And so, whatever. Wacky have my baby.
Now, before anyone gets too concerned this image comes to mind (I believe) for very specific reasons. I have no license, no ID (it was stolen/lost and I never replaced it) I do not if I can help it, leave the house. I do not own a gun. I do not believe in guns. So, blowing my head off is over all a pretty safe image for my subconscious to generate unless I happen to accidentally stub my toe on a loaded gun while crossing the elementary school playground on my weekly trip to the local convenience store to stock up on booze.
So, that is my life. Feeling like crap and feeling guilty about feeling like crap and feeling guilty about posting about feeling guilty about feeling like crap...
And so, whatever. Wacky have my baby.