First the message limit, now this? FUCK OFF!
I’ll never get that high, but why impose such an arbitrary limit?
- Fucking Pizza
- The vegetable
- Due to the amount of tomato sauce
- Tomatos aren’t even vegetables
- But fuck that
- This is America
- Where our political leaders
- Spend their time
- Deciding that
- PIZZA IS A FUCKING VEGETABLE
- FUCK YEAH!
This country embarrasses me. Im gonna go save up and buy an island.
I’m gonna stay right here and eat my vegetables.
america the land of the pizza vegetables
It happened about 7-8 months ago, and now its returned: I have the world’s biggest vertex in a parabolic arc of Mood Swings, except instead of tranquility I get the perfect storm of ‘my mind and body don’t know what the fuck to do’.
See, I’m feeling technically sick, but I’m going through ten billion different moods at nearly light speed and its making me exhausted. Why am I telling random strangers on the internet? I dunno, I need to vent to someone I guess. This uncertainty is making me nervous as fuck for no reason on top of everything else.
I hope a hot shower and going to Occupy tonight will cure or at least distract me long enough to endure it through to its likely anticlimactic ending.
and fuck everything: Any advice?