Confounded Accusations

Golly, life is really dramatic. I don't understand people and the need that they have to create tension in life. I wish that I had a bubble, like a mouse ball. You know what I'm talking about? The plastic deal that they sit in and roll around the living room and shit. Well, I wish that I had one of those and that I could walk around in it and keep everyone at a safe distance from me cause I'm damaged goods. I saw the stamp that we use here at the liberry to mark down that a book has been marked in by a patron it says Damage noted______________ then you fill in the type of damage that the particular book has been scarred with. I want to get that tattooed on my arm and as time marches on I want to fill in the lines with whatever it is that's ailing me that particular day. Depression, social anxiety,sinus problems, general malaise, whatever so that people will dig my steelo and stay the heck back from me on days when it's best to do that. Today is one of those days. I think that the stamp would say "mopery" cause all I want to do is look at the ground and mope and avoid contact with other living beings and the words that they say. Oh, this isn't any way connected with my earlier post. This is all new drama so you can see how things are going today. Thursdays, this one in particular suck ass. Suck it like in a big way. Anigulas, is that how you spell out the technical term for sticking your tongue up one's anus? Who knows...


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