Tuesday, November 14
someone call the doctor
Why can't people stay exactly the same-forever? One of (the many) problems with my personality is my total and complete lack of ability to deal with or instigate change. The thought of change makes my insides go all turgid. Makes me feel like this guy:
Does he look happy?! DOES HE!? No, he's not happy at all-That's what change does to you. It allows a tiny alien egg to be implanted into your stomach. After the egg gestates it bursts forth from your Legofied countenance-leaving you an empty, bloody hole to deal with! Meanwhile, the Alien (fresh from your internals) has the idea that it's time to carry on, get on with its life. It packs its bags, gets up, and moves to another city. Leaving YOU holding your heart in your hand (literally) and trying to pick up the pieces (your pieces, which are mostly intestine and a bit of your upper bowel). Now you're left with nothing but a terrible stain on your new carpet [dot.dot.dot] DAMN YOU ALIENS AND DAMN YOU CHANGE!
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