i keep sitting down to study and all of a sudden pop back up to make something to eat or to to do laundry or to listen to my cat's lung sounds with my stethoscope to make sure that she dosent have asthma (she is fat and breathes loudly). all very important things that i suddenly feel compelled to do RIGHT NOW! IT CANNOT WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE!!!
i am in nursing school and am not working and i am very poor. all the loan money from this semester is gone and i am being fucked up the ass by BlueCross BlueShield because they are fucking FUCKERS because i have to pay for everything out of pocket and mail in claim forms. and it takes over a month to get any money back and i want to go on a murderous rampage waiting for it. it is times like this that i start thinking, maybe i could go off medication. maybe i am normal now and dont need it. maybe i dont really need therapy. MAN UP! COME ON, SOLDIER! YOU CAN DO THIS!!!
ha. it would be nice. but now is certainly not the time to do any more fucking around with my brain chemicals.
there was this girl in my class who, whenever she decided to actually come in, would be wearing her Dolce and Gablabla sunglasses. and she never took them off. INSIDE with the fucking sunglasses on. it makes me all flustered just thinking about it. no idea why i brought that up.
here is a poem i wrote in highschool:
beautiful beheaded barbie sitting in a tree
why o why do you stare at me?
polly wanna cracker
polly wanna see
barbie was a superstar
do you wanna be?
that was during the year of the benzo addiction.
you're welcome.
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Inside with the fucking sunglasses on? Id trip her on the curb and make her scratch her knee.
Sorry about the meds.. You need to get some 'family money' cry a little bit.
Nice Poem.. Got anymore?
oh there is much more where that little gem came from...
after bostick trips her and she's down on the ground, i'll steal her glasses and give them to a homeless person to pawn.
i like that poem and i hate most poetry even. beheaded barbies are a fucking awesome image and anything involving the word polly reminds me of nirvana (i'm lame). health co's fuck me over too with the reimbursing bullshit. here's to bureaucratic checks showing up before fistmas. xo
ps there is a photo series on flickr somewhere with barbies dressed up as streetwalkers hmm i'll try and find a link.
dude the poem rocks
hey pants-
yeah, nirvana totally inspired that line. i was probably wearing layers of stripes and an oversized plaid flannel when i wrote that.
if those bastards dont send me my check before the week is up i am gonna LOSE IT.
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