i think I'm depressed. in the last 24 hours, i slept 20. now it's 5 something in the AM and I'm watching the twilight zone, eating my roommates soup. it sucks, the soup. the TV sucks too. fuck, i guess i suck too. but the soup really sucks. just as much as my computer right now and the screen that wants to die. i sure can tell you that this episode of the twilight zone does not suck. "nothing for you, not a thing" this episode is about Christmas. and this bum has a bag that gives everyone everything they want, but the bum gets nothing. nothing but the joy of giving. i need to get up in 2 hours. good thing I'm going back to bed soon.
okay this is so fucking annoying. my TV screen wants to turn off, and so does my computer screen. both of them are flickering. i can't fucking stand it. fuck. i wish it was Christmas eve and i was jolly old st nick. i want to be Santa Claus. why not? he makes everyone so happy.
anyways, back to my depression. I'm depressed because i don't have a fuck right now. and my soup sucks. both of these things are sort of lies. i mean, I'm not depressed because of these things. I'm depressed because the culture i live in suppresses me and i feel a weight on my life because of it. take, for example, the fact that I'm broke. now, this would not be a problem if i lived in a world that did not have money. but this fucking culture and the " I want, I want I want" syndrome that has stricken so many, i can't understand my place here. oh god, I'm so cold. am i dying? that would just be too perfect, wouldn't it.
back to the twilight zone. i have a new episode here. Oregon trail style. this man, his son is dying, and his wife is fucking losing it. now he is in the twilight zone. what year did humans invent electricity? because i think this man just stumbled onto a power grid and I'm pretty sure he is tripping balls over it right now. oh ya. he is. there is a road, and he doesn't know what it is. same with the car on the road.... this man is fucking tripping balls right now. hes in the fucking twilight zone! so am i. fuck.
1847 that is the year this man lives in. but it's really 1961. he is so fucked. his kid is dead, his wife is dead, apparently, so is he. "every 60 seconds, someone is switching to a tempurpedic matress" i don't know about that. that seems wrong. are there really that many people in the world? who cares. not me. anyways. this show. amazing. fucking brilliant.
OH MY FUCKING GOD... SLIM T'S. it's a tank top for fat men. no... hahaha, its a fucking corset for men. i want one. a man, that is. one that does not need a slim t. i guess i want a slim t as well. or maybe just a stomach that looks like it has a slim t on it. that is to say that i want to have no gut. no gut=lots of fuck. here's a link... tighten up. wow. someone is making a lot of money at 6 in the AM on sunday. most stations are playing "paid program". don't believe me? wake up and check it out for yourself. oh what? you want to sleep and be normal? or are you even in bed yet? because i just called my friends, and they never went to bed. too bad they are actually doing something and I'm just watching infomercials and force feeding myself soup that tastes like ball cheese.
ugh. i just feel so bad. this soup is so bad. I'm so cold. at least I'm not in the twilight zone. or fuck, am i???
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