Love Lies

 I didn’t realize how fucking awful I look, like Ivan Albright fucking awful! Your outside reflects your inner stability or lack thereof, shit, am I depressed, have I been depressed for months and just ignored it, am I fucking Mrs. Robot! Ok, ok, that’s beyond dramatic, I know I don’t have dissociative disorder, but bitch you know what I mean.  

It’s seriously a Defcon 1 situation, why, why is it like nuclear, because starving myself won’t do shit to move me forward on the glam scale. It’s literally the end of the world when a tried and true method can’t save you! Ugh, I guess I should move to Pennsylvania, those people have zero concept about being glamorous, actually the entire East Coast, why else do they tout their gazillion universities and regurgitate the theory of the moment. Wake up people, it’s better to be a peacock than a fucking parrot! 

I couldn’t go to sleep last night, I stayed up until 5am, I know, can you smell the culprit. Sleep is needed to rejuvenate and center your being, without sleep you look like shit, I haven’t slept in a month, therefore, yawn! No, I actually just yawned. Ahaha, I just made you do it too, well, if you’re not a raging psychopath, you did, look it up! 

I watched Netflix, specifically American Primeval, which is beyond belief awful, like I gave it a thumbs down and removed it from my row in the middle of episode four. It wasn’t the acting, it was the lazy insulting script. I have zero idea how this show is critically acclaimed. I could predict everything that happens from the massacre onward. I initially postulated this was meant for kids, as a history lesson, and the formulaic script was to keep their interest, but no, it’s rated for mature audiences. You know Hollywood needs a makeover when drivel is given critically acclaimed status. 

Flavor of the day is dill weed.