Thursday, April 2, 2009

If the sun don’t come you get a tan from standing in the English rain

I'm in a wretched mood for no reason at all. And I've spent the last 3 hours getting to the root of this rather pressing issue. My conclusion thus far is as follows: Today was a fabulous day. My classes were spectacular. Even my professor, who usually causes my blood to boil and ears to ring, was nothing short of cordial and engaging. So my annoyance missed the outlet that has become routine every Tuesday and Thursday, and as a result has been building like water against a Dutch water gate thingy all day. What is usually a healthy despise for one person has escalated into complete hatred for the Universe in remarkable time. What is to be don? Television. It's the safest solution. No feelings hurt by my snide, bitter remarks directed at the talking heads. I don't think that cool-whip sandwiched between 2 chocolate-chip cookies would be delicious, contrary to the suggestion of the ad I just watched. But because advertising=brainwashing in its most sadistic form, the already obese and economically suffering American population will hop into their earth slaughtering vehicles and drive to the fascist Super Hyper XXX Walmart, where they will buy their carcinogens and transfat in bulk. It makes me so mad. I feel so much better.  

1 comment:

  1. If you found out that I did eat cool whip sandwiched in between two cookies could we no longer be lovers?


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