Thinking about times when you pass out in the bathtub of a public bathroom in a dorm housing hundreds of strangers?
Me too! Ambien Grace-land is a perfect example of not mixing Oxy, Ambien and naturally organic from birth…stupidity.
It’s right up there with the proud as a peacock strut I encompassed after I checked the dipstick under Grandpa Ed’s Malibu hood. So proud was I that I had taught myself how to change my car’s oil! So proud was I that the check engine light could mean nothing when on if I just wished it away…
Mum Theresa and Father Floyd are always so enchanted by my accomplishments. So Kodak moment are they that even in mixed company they tend not to bring them up. Whilst under the watchful eye’s of the UNH proud professors during the Christmas Why Do We Have to Get Together, parties…Mum prefers to keep my squandered attempts at adulthood to herself. She’s good like that! Not wanting other parents to feel poorly about their honor roll grads, their off to get mastered at something or another children.
I wonder what will become of my ‘photography’ and my ‘bachelor’s of not so fine art’ degree?
Not much! Stupid is as stupid does. Thank goodness the government saw fit to put me to work with the other mixed but not stirred up real well rich kids trying to feel ‘poor.’
I had chance to glance back at a diary entry and shit, it disturbed me and wiped that proud stamp right off my ass like the blistering sore it is.
Sept 28th 2012-
“i wanted to go to UCLA but they require those stupid test results that i failed miserably…I don’t test well. Stupid is something I’ll never outgrow! I have to Google everything and I know that’s cheating…but it isn’t if I don’t tell anybody”
I really don’t know about this whole philosophy of ‘ you have two ears and only one mouth so you can listen twice as much as you can speak’…Shit like that makes me want to drink, find my knife, cry, pill up and go to sleep!
Again, I ask, what the fuck does vast as the sea and deep as you can be mean? What the hell are bedroom eyes? And, for Christ sakes why is it I break out with scented tampons?
Those are my NOT accomplishments.
I will be Ambien the Annie C., who lives at home with closeted parents and their pampered dumbed down pedigree, Beckett Couvillion the third until I volunteer for Senior Corps.
This is what I have to say to all those not well intentioned wise twenty-something’s out there who do happen to know their dipstick from their gearbox:
Ducks can fly backwards, the grass is green because it’s pretty and what good did it do any of us to understand E= MC Hammer Squared!
Oh, yeah, by the way, those of us poached out to AmeriCorps only get there by route of being denied everywhere else. Take that and shove it where the smart ass don’t shine!