a candidate for lunacy
One thing I do a lot is think of stuff like okay if this person tries to murder me right now what will I do? Like I plan ways to get away and I also plan stuff that I will do to leave evidence behind of who killed me. Maybe that is weird, I dunno.
I think when I get old I will be the sort of grandma who is constantly warning her grandkids about the dangers of the world and all the crazies out there. Except, I don't really plan on having kids so maybe what I will do instead is troll around retirement residences and warn other peoples grandkids about all the crazies out there. Even if my paranoia gets better and not worse by then I might do it just for fun and if any seniors confront me on haranguing their relatives I will start to cry and be like I WAS BARREN!!! and then go on about how I am going to die like any second and how I just want to pass on some words of advice to the next generation because lonely old barren me was not able to pass on any genes. Then I will sneak out and high five my boyfriend and be all THEY BOUGHT IT, cus he will troll around retirement homes ranting on to strange children for fun too.
I look and feel like serious amounts of shit today because I only slept hardly not at all for the last week and also have been drinking instense amounts of alcohol for the last five days. I want to give my liver a thank you gift before it gets seriously pissed off at me and goes on strike. Does anyone know a good gift for your liver? I suppose I could google it myself but I think I'm gonna have a crap and maybe a nap and then maybe go take some pictures or something. |
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