Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
I have been afraid to post because I don't want to knock Mexico off the front page.
But then I realized, hey, I may have the shingles, but this is my blog and I do what I want! You're not the boss of me! I TYPE WHAT I WANT!! I TYPE WHAT I WANT!! YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!
[Transalation: I can post whatever pictures of mine that I want.]
I remember the sweet bliss of cracking open a sealed straw of Pixie Stix.
Sugar in a straw.
Sweet tart cavity creep goodness, a flat nasty sugar delivery, straight from your tongue to your aorta.
Sweet Mother of Christ, I just wanted to take my dirtbike off of some sweet jumps and get a marshmallow milkshake to put me into a diabetic coma.
And after that, get an M&M blizzard ((large)) with extra chocolate syrup.
I want to feel the sugar crunching in my molars.
And if you could melt a slice of cheese on top, that would be great.
I don't care which adventure from whence it came.
This one has an extra nipple.
This one was in an onion patch.
Tina, come get your ham!
It may have sprung forth from the concrete jungle.
^^Me and KG. For reals.
There is no need to explain it. Why explain it after it's done?
It's over. People don't want to know what happened before.
They want to know what's gonna happen next.
Me, too.
A-B-C easy as 1,2,3
Simple as Do Re Mi
A-B-C
You and me, girl
(((Imagine hot needles stuck in your spine, side, and stomach. Imagine a migraine. Imagine not sleeping.)))
AC/DC has a song called, "let Me Put My Love Into You."
It's quite touching
Who doesn't?
Congratulations, you made it to Friday.
Don't fuck it up,
But then I realized, hey, I may have the shingles, but this is my blog and I do what I want! You're not the boss of me! I TYPE WHAT I WANT!! I TYPE WHAT I WANT!! YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!
[Transalation: I can post whatever pictures of mine that I want.]
I remember the sweet bliss of cracking open a sealed straw of Pixie Stix.
Sugar in a straw.
Sweet tart cavity creep goodness, a flat nasty sugar delivery, straight from your tongue to your aorta.
Sweet Mother of Christ, I just wanted to take my dirtbike off of some sweet jumps and get a marshmallow milkshake to put me into a diabetic coma.
And after that, get an M&M blizzard ((large)) with extra chocolate syrup.
I want to feel the sugar crunching in my molars.
And if you could melt a slice of cheese on top, that would be great.
I don't care which adventure from whence it came.
This one has an extra nipple.
This one was in an onion patch.
Tina, come get your ham!
It may have sprung forth from the concrete jungle.
^^Me and KG. For reals.
There is no need to explain it. Why explain it after it's done?
It's over. People don't want to know what happened before.
They want to know what's gonna happen next.
Me, too.
A-B-C easy as 1,2,3
Simple as Do Re Mi
A-B-C
You and me, girl
(((Imagine hot needles stuck in your spine, side, and stomach. Imagine a migraine. Imagine not sleeping.)))
AC/DC has a song called, "let Me Put My Love Into You."
It's quite touching
Who doesn't?
Congratulations, you made it to Friday.
Don't fuck it up,
Labels: welcome to my life
posted by Joe at
11:18 PM
3 Comments:
"You're not the boss of me" from one of my kids = smackdown in these parts.
Hope you're feeling better soon. Have they given you anything for the pain?
did Dr Dan give you a time frame as to when we can expect the delerium of your shingles to no longer be a valid rationalization for posting the , what should now be referred to as the " Stannette Looks Great On Any Beach" photo ?
Not that I'm griping mind you.
if you want to see a mad propensity for a group of people that look like they live with several different dermatological afflictions..see the latest Pirates movie if you havn't.
now that's acting.....
um..yeah
it was a kind of nasty fun though
Does shingles go away iof you drink enough?
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