the edge
i am on the edge, people.
seriously.
on the edge.
not only has the music in my heart died, it's been replaced by the horror about which i wrote yesterday. i can't decide if that's a reflection of my insanity or the cause of it. i am having trouble finding a reason to get out of bed in the mornings.
i want to run around the hospital and pants all the doctors and pull all the patients' gowns over their heads. i want to put something awful-tasting in the coffee in the lounge, like maybe vinegar or nacho cheese. i want to show up in my street clothes and run around shouting "BOOYA!" throwing various gang signs with one hand and candy with the other. like, one smartie at a time.
i am becoming increasingly obsessed with the bulb syringe, and i want to go about commenting on everyone's blogs using only the words "blue rubber bulb", for i am beginning to see how it really is the answer to many more of life's problems than we realize. ooh! maybe i'll dress up as santa and go about the hospital delivering blue rubber bulbs tied up in shiny bows. or i could just leave them in people's purses and white coat pockets, in hopes of prompting them to consider the way of the blue rubber bulb, and everyone would wonder who the blue bulb bandit is.
i want to get some grilles (gold, of course) on my teeth, just for the opportunity to get up in front at my daily morning presentation and grin broadly as i walk up to each person in the front row and flick them each once, hard, on the forehead.
i want to bleach my hair blonde and behave mockingly and derisively toward people who bleach their hair blonde.
i want to run around pretending to be a government official providing people with certified permission to reproduce. and of course, i'd have a handful of fake cards saying "DENIED".
somebody please just give me a nudge. then i'll fall over the edge, and i'll have a good excuse.
BLUE RUBBER BULB!
seriously.
on the edge.
not only has the music in my heart died, it's been replaced by the horror about which i wrote yesterday. i can't decide if that's a reflection of my insanity or the cause of it. i am having trouble finding a reason to get out of bed in the mornings.
i want to run around the hospital and pants all the doctors and pull all the patients' gowns over their heads. i want to put something awful-tasting in the coffee in the lounge, like maybe vinegar or nacho cheese. i want to show up in my street clothes and run around shouting "BOOYA!" throwing various gang signs with one hand and candy with the other. like, one smartie at a time.
i am becoming increasingly obsessed with the bulb syringe, and i want to go about commenting on everyone's blogs using only the words "blue rubber bulb", for i am beginning to see how it really is the answer to many more of life's problems than we realize. ooh! maybe i'll dress up as santa and go about the hospital delivering blue rubber bulbs tied up in shiny bows. or i could just leave them in people's purses and white coat pockets, in hopes of prompting them to consider the way of the blue rubber bulb, and everyone would wonder who the blue bulb bandit is.
i want to get some grilles (gold, of course) on my teeth, just for the opportunity to get up in front at my daily morning presentation and grin broadly as i walk up to each person in the front row and flick them each once, hard, on the forehead.
i want to bleach my hair blonde and behave mockingly and derisively toward people who bleach their hair blonde.
i want to run around pretending to be a government official providing people with certified permission to reproduce. and of course, i'd have a handful of fake cards saying "DENIED".
somebody please just give me a nudge. then i'll fall over the edge, and i'll have a good excuse.
BLUE RUBBER BULB!
posted by CamoBunny at 20:54
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2 comments
2 Comments:
But what about cathedrals, or fish?
I've told you before, you need a holiday love. And sleep - I bet you don't sleep well. I've become an expert in that matter. You'd be suprised how crucial sleep is to just about everything. I think your commenting plan is correct, and I expect to see it on every blog out there by this afternoon. Good work Camobunny, good work indeed.
11/30/2006 04:48:00 AM
Or, you could just rent Brazil and watch someone do it all for you.
11/30/2006 12:05:00 PM
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