picking at scabs is consuming my life

wallowing in the gelatinous filling of a lemon filled donut, wondering if my insides will explode from my compulsive rumination and my cat will lick the remnants of my dinner and pancreatic juices off my bedpost and dirty underwear or i'll just sit here like a lump on an ovary, wondering when the air will start smelling less like garbage and your unsettling lack of body odor and more like something my brain can nibble on. in other words, my heart is heavy and i can't get my tongue around this large bottomless pit of fuzzy mindedness and sinking serotonin.

resurrected from the ashes of satan's graduation bonfire celebration

after a rather unfortunate hiatus from writing blogged nonsense, i've come back for second and thirds and quartered peasants and whatnot. maintaining a blog with no real intentions of gaining any followers is kind of like scrawling some half assed message on the handicapped stall in the girl's room next to sbarro's......in the bad part of town. you know, the one with the unwhite people.... white people are funny because they insist if they point out the subtle racism other white people poop out, they are gaining "street cred" and maybe afro-jesus will allow their presence at his super fucking awesome hip hop heaven party featuring ludacris and miley cyrus circa 1996 but not biggie smalls because he is in hell along with every other deceased obese. see what i did there, that's called "cynicism." maybe one day i'll realize that i'm not as emotionally disadvantaged as i would like to think but for now i'm going to cry on my own shoulder and pat my own back and tell myself it will be ok because the television channel still has quality programming and my meals still come packaged and prepared for my convenience and my mother wants nothing more than to tuck me in at night and tell me that she loves me but instead she watches Law and Order and scares herself into triple checking the locks on the windows and tells my dog she is quite possibly the most important figure in her life.....depression is depressing but it sure isn't eye opening.