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The death of pat morita weighs heavily upon me as I try to finish my shift. How
am I supposed to go on with a normal life? Where do we all go from here? I feel so lost and don't know if I should make a shrine to him in the back of my closet or just continue to talk nonstop about him.
How pathetic would you consider yourself when you have to spend your shift speaking in an awful British accent just to keep the boredom from killing you? ehhhh.....
What's the deal with people today? Why is everyone so damn sensitive?! You repeatedly make jokes and references to dead babies, abortions and genocide and before you know it you've gone too far in some idiots eye. Everyone needs to lay off these 'emotions' and learn to love good humor.
Before class the other day I sat back and watched a few minutes of Martha Stewart's little show. I was tired and trying to get my ass to get up and go to school so I figured a little tele would give me a push in the right direction. And it did. I'm almost 100% positive that Martha's other personality waved at me. Really. I was a bit frightened, but thought, ehh..whatever. Did she do this on purpose? Does she even know it happened? Or am I just losing it faster than I thought? Hmmmm, something to think about.