consider the idea, that maybe you are a bad person. that all the mean, hurtful things people say about you are true, and so much more. Accept it as possible, and decide that you should live on anyways, and be happy.
consider the idea, that maybe you are a good person, and that everything you do is fair and just, given your circumstances. consider that maybe you are right about everything, and that you are without flaw.
If you believe either of these ideas by itself, you will be in a sad state. Finally, once and for all, convince yourself that neither of these is even slightly true, and that that is completely alright, and you might just live happy.
There, so I do believe something.
SAM: What ARE you guys? And why did you suddenly drop your half-assed
pirate dialect?
PIRATE: We're Buccaneers! We used to have mundane office jobs, working in cubicles with water coolers and coffee cups with clever slogans and those wacky calendars with photos of diseased-looking chimps wearing neckties.
SAM: But you've got hooks and peg legs.
PIRATE: Funny about that.
STOREKEEPER: NOOO. I can't stand it. It's killing me! AARRGH!
SAM: I've never witnessed such mind-numbing horror -- well there was that geriatric, nude-volleyball tournament...
Max: "If I ever get this rich and famous, I want you to shoot me Sam."
Sam: "It'll be my pleasure Max."
SAM: Max, if I start to freeze, I may have to gut you and crawl inside your
body for warmth.
MAX: Please do!
Sam: Aww... It's a cute hypersufflic kitten.
Max: I'll call him mittens cause I think he'd make a fine pair of them.
Is this goth bitchy or emo bitchy? hell, I dunno. You're not my real mommy. I hate you! I hate you! Can you spare a buck for the bus? Yes? Buck fifty?
Today for brekkie I had:
- sweet & sour mystery meat: It's adverteised as pork, it's the consistency of chicken or maybe tuna, and it's the colour of not-meat, even on the inside.
- mr noodles (whoopa!)
- an uncorrect medley of corn, zuchinni, tomato, yellow bell pepper, and mushroom. I'm still too wussy to use those hot peppers at a noticable rate.
It's surprisingly delicious. In other news, elec is much more interesting when you aren't forced to study it. Who's shocked? Anyone?
