10/20/05
Remember, things could always be worse. (That said, things are pretty damn good right now.)
I could be straddled with some fucking kid. and that could be his teddy bear. and i would have to explain to him that for the first three weeks he was alive i would have jumped down and gotten that bear even if it meant i would most cerainly die if i tried, but now, a few years in? I just plain dont care that much. that new car smell is gone and I dont know if its coming back. i mean I'm looking forward to seeing him grow up, but i really miss the love and joy that comes from me and mamma only giving a shit about me and mamma. you've dilluted our love......... aw shut up already I'll buy another one.
fuck.
Designer blankets are just too nice to leave at home. Hell, with blankets this nice you should bring your entire home out with you, stuffed into a backpack. Also, be prepared to feverishly spit at strangers who may try to steal your fashionable new blanket until you have time to reveal your "home made knife" or "sharp rock" that you may have fashioned into a weapon. Now dont complain, this is the life you lead when you bring excess into your day to day, instead of wrapping yourself with pink insulation material made mostly out of fiberglass and asbestos.