BUmBleebEEe

Que?-you ask. I say: "Deal with it you old pony".
And then electricity zaps my blood and it's called caffeine but some call it liquid-joy, or legal-crack.
And yes, I have a baby in my house. Okay, two babies. But it's not like, weird or anyhting.

I don't know their names, and they're giggling and smacking things, and eating cookies that I threw in their directions.

Licorice flavored cookies.

Oh, one is called Sarah. I think I'll name the other one Madeline, and force into my sister's yellow beret.

Carmen Sandiego is coming up in conversations far too much for it to be normal. But when is life ever normal?

And my ESP is proven day in and day out. And I closed all the doors, so I can hear it when people change rooms.

All of this just to say, friggin 'ell, ma goddamned art assignment is easy, and I frickin' have no motivation, and I'm losing %5 each day.

And my rash cleared up.

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