Why I love America…

America

When did we get to a place where restless legs became a syndrome?  Is that what we’re doing now? Making the mobility of limbs [that I'm pretty sure were originally intended to be moble] into a disorder?  What’s next?….Obsessive compulsive breathing disorder?  We are apparently doing this for depression medication, too.  They now advertise prescription pills by showing us symptoms like eating & being a human so we will look them up on WebMD and diagnosis ourselves with disorders that probably shouldn’t be disorders and then go into a doctors office and tell him we are convinced that we have either Depression, Autism, or Chlamydia and demand the doctor give us a prescription to treat all three (which he will gladly do) whereupon we pay $300 [out of pocket] and wait patiently until we feel fantastic.  When this does not work, we turn the TV back on and find another commercial with a cute little butterfly that tells us everything will be calm and serene once we have [insert controlled substance] in our blood streams, which makes us excited but then worried that we are getting medical advice from a butterfly, which makes us log back onto WebMD and learn that talking to imaginary objects means we are almost certainly schizophrenic, manic depressive, or have rabies, so we call the doctor back up and get more prescriptions in hopes of feeling the bliss that those nice white people in the commercials feel but we don’t so we just give up and go to Chilis.

And that is why I love America.

I’m back, bitches.

confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned….it’s been 2 years since my last blog.  And I’ve done a lot of real dumb shit since then.

I wish I could say that the reason for this aforementioned lapse in time is due to my fast-paced-obscenely-famous-doing-really-important-shit-that-famous-people-do lifestyle, but the reasons have more to do with napping and sandwiches.

So much has happened to me in the last two years…I scarcely know where to begin.  Because of obvious time and space constraints (and the fact that I have to pee pretty badly), I’m forced to give you the truncated version.  So, without further adieu, I present to you [in no particular order] my life in summary 2009-2011 edition:   love, loss, Justin Bieber, tampon, hamburgers, tattoo, puppy, mid-terms, crippling diarrhea, Charlie Sheen, laughter, tears, tequila, unicorns.  How must it feel to live the life of a Rockstar, you ask?  It feels good. thanks for asking. And while we’re on the topic of sexually-addicted United States Representatives with ironic names…..Anthony Weiner.

Hm, what else? Well, I don’t have an iPhone yet.  or aids.   So…..there’s that. And oh, I got my school-based internship for next year….turns out I’m gonna be a career counselor which, if you know me, is pretty awesome.

Eager College Graduate: “What should I do with my life!?”

Me: “Marry well?”

Wide-eyed Graduate #2: “How can I be successful and afford to live in Manhattan??”

Me: “Um, duh….ask your mom for money.”

I’m obviously very excited for this new endeavor. There’s a good chance I may ruin some careers and/or lives….but on the upside, I’ll probably get some great blog material……worth it!!

Ok, I must leave you now. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Which rhymes with tomorrow. Which means that it’s laundry day. Which means….well, nothing really.

Don’t fret, my friends….I will be updating my blog each and every fortnight from here on out…..just as soon as I figure out what I fortnight is.

Before I go, I’ll leave you with this timeless proverb by one of the most insightful, enlightening artists of our time..

“My Neck, my back. Lick my p**sy and my crack”  ~Khia