for the love of god


for the love of god, i do not know what i am doing online. i made a pact with the high priestess of creative intelligence not to go online until i get my stories done. one of which is my fantasy story, for my fantasy writing class. the one thing fantastic (as in magical, ie highly improbable) about that class is me in it. and since i am, fantasy must be real.

for the love of god, im sick and tired of complaining about my life. i know it has got to be a good life. if i wasn't the one living it, id be envious of it. i'm sick and tired of thinking that i could be better.

i could be better.

*throw in the confetti please* now that i know that, i can move on. god, i admire myself already. i have the guts to love myself for what i am. as for today, i will stuff food down my throat and sleep the entire week. i will emerge the ugly ogre who loves himself to death. next week, i promise to be pretty. botox, lypo and rhynoplasty and all.

and oh. DAMN YOU BJ!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL. that did not sound right. DAMN YOU TO HEAVEN!!! (you would have enjoyed hell.)

now pass me those nefarious chocolates. i can still feel a rib.

posted by carl @ 4:49 AM