This is it.

There's exploring the exciting world of short-term job adventures , there's a plug for self-absorption: "Let the world take care of its own worries. You'll help yourself most by concentrating on your own affairs(...)" , There are people dying, craving, suffering. There's your typical 45 years old, going through her climacteric menopause and her 16 years old daughter being dysfunctional. There is so much more variety in kids curtains that you don't need to worry about their demands being unrealistic , there's this guitar riff that just rings in your ears and makes you suddenly shout to your companion " This is loud but amazingly good " , and there's the additional problems added to a lost cause. There's this pain you get when you realise that everyone around you is shallow but that 5:00 p.m is approaching and you'll go restrain your liberty a bit more in the traffic jam , like every Friday. There's when a pane of glass is broken, minute glass fragments can be showered onto the hair, clothing and footwear of people in close proximity - at least 1.5 and possibly up to 3 metres away. The number of fragments transferred decreases rapidly with distance from the breaking pane. Aside from backwards projection of fragments towards the 'breaker', fragments can also be acquired, for example, by climbing through a broken window or treading on pieces of broken glass. There's a recipe ( minus the disaster ) made of cucumber, sour cream, dill weed, caviar, and whole-wheat bread, and it's my favorite, and it could be yours too ; if you were to try it out. There are two blond women sitting next to me and they are pressing hard against each other. There's the White-throated Sparrow that we could hear but could not see. We chased it down until we could see it, and I have been obsessed with bird songs and calls ever since. There are 365.242199 days in a year.

And then there's Boo Hoo.

LEARN ABOUT/LISTEN TO BOOHOO
CONNECT TO BOOHOO

Marie-Elaine

Mentally challenged ?

Today I mailed a very important letter in a RECYCLING box. I am fucking retarded.
I approached said box and the sun was burning my eyes, I just pulled on the handle and threw it in. Then attempted to put my hand in it to retrieve the letter and cut my wrist on a broken bottle of beer.
Blood-everywhere.
Spent the rest of the day at the CLSC , and got 3 shots to prevent infection.

Options :

A) Get new eyes
B) Get a brain
C) Quit smoking weed in the middle of the afternoon.
D) All of the above