How are you?
I feel okay, still tired, could be the weather, could be my reaction to the medicines the doctors gave me to calm me down after I lost my mind to the medicines.
We had an election over here in the states. No big deal, some cobras won over some other cobras and we, the sheep, keep baa-ing.
I love election times, especially when they're over. One side declares victory, the division between the Rs and the Ds (Rudsuckers and Demonsuckers, in case you didn't know!) becomes even greater.
I'm not suppose to like an R, and they're not suppose to like a D. I'm not sure why. Maybe our colors collide, mismatch, makes the other side look fat.
People are strange.
The funny thing is if these people would stare at each other long enough, they'd notice something, they're all sheep, being herded to the slaughter house by the Con men known to the world as politicians.
But hey, whatever keeps the donkey fucking the elephant or whatever, I guess.
Today, I have a meeting with the unemployment office, might be a chance in hell I, the college graduate from way back when, will get to go back to school and get a degree in something sellable.
I heard good things about plastics.
Or atomic science.
Or I could become a professional student.
At least for two years.
Maybe by then, someone will be hiring.
I can study history of the ancient ones.
Or discover meth.
Or your mom on meth.
I can earn my degree in romantic literature.
Protest the war(s), yell slogans like, "Hell no, we won't go, we won't go for Texaco!"
By the way, whose war(s) is it anyways? Bush's? Obama's? Some Warlord's in Alaramasakanana? It has gotten a bit confusing.
Maybe they'll have a class about it so I can make an informed protest!
Or just do drugs.
Fuck the protest. Lets do speed!
Where was I?
Dear World, how are you?
I'm doing fine.
I got a letter from the post lady.
Yeah, we're not sexist anymore around these parts, we're letting women now carry the mail.
We figured, "Why not! They deserve to carry those big bags full of catalogs of stuff that we can't afford to buy but they accept payments of $17.95 a month, so it's all good!"
Fingerhut and House of Nuts, you rule!
What was the letter?
I could already be a winner.
All I have to do is buy some magazines.
So the mail lady can have more stuff to carry around in her sack.
I put the letter in the recycle bin, because I give a shit, sometime, I flush the toilets twice a day, cause California needs the water.
Sorry to my friends in California, I had corn for lunch.
Good night and have a better tomorrow, your friend,
Holly Anne Tootenbottom
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