I wanna be sedated

This whole sickness crap has had a few advantages.

Let me tell you about one: me on drugs, specifically me being sedated.

Oh how I love the 'I don't care drug' they give you before sedation.

(See! I can't even remember the name of it!)

Yes, I know how bizarre this sounds but the whole out of body experience is like no other.

I had to have a procedure done last week and once I was all prepped and ready to go, I was given this drug... started to be wheeled into the operating room and what do you know! the first words out of my mouth....

"Oh... you're all guys!"

I had one female nurse, which apparently meant nothing to me, I was paying more attention to the men in the OR with me.

Then I hear... "Jennifer, we need you to get up on the table."

Me: Ohh! Absolutely!!

There's a reason why you can't get this stuff on the streets. I'd be walking around in a stupor. all.the.time!

punch you in the kisser

This is going to be 'quick' because I'm at school.

I've never mentioned this before but I plan on writing about this sometime soon, I hate small talk!
I mean, I really HATE it.

As my luck would have it, I was just blessed with a quick small talk conversation with a fellow student.

Him: Having fun?
Me: (annoyed) yep. (grabbing my yogurt from the refrigerator)
Him: I'm not but I'm passing all my classes this year. I'm surprised.
Me: (let out a deep sigh, rolled my eyes and walked away)

Seriously! Just pass your fuckin' classes already. Even if you pull off a C, high C, low C-- whatever! You paid big money for the course, just pass!

Oh, and I don't care.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

Hypnotized

I can't take it anymore!
If I hear his voice or see his face one more time I seriously think I'm going to seek out more mood altering drugs. This is getting out of control.

I listen to the radio. A lot.
I rarely watch television but when I do, the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
This man is out of control!

Our state has one particular-- we'll finance you even if you have shit ass credit car dealers. We actually have like 8,675,309 of those bad boys. They don't care if you've had your house taken away, you live in a box or eat nothing but Ramen noodles. You're going to give them money and they're going to give you a piece of shit with 4 wheels. Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Well, this man has television and radio commercials to advertise his business. He has to.
His radio ads play just about every other time there is a "commercial break".
It's fuckin' irritating. I hear it in the car and I scream at him!
I hear it in the house and I do the childish put my hands over my ears and go "LA LA LA LAAAA!!" till its over.

If I had big enough balls, I'd punch him in the face if I ever saw him in person.
Ok-- maybe not, that isn't necessary, but he needs to pipe it down some.
Wait.
A LOT.


I'm serious. Watch.








...and to think his radio commercials are by far much louder.

Now what are you waiting for?

COME JOIN THE PARTY!!!