i’m sick of…
…that damn Sobe Life Water ad with all the dancing salamanders or whatever they are. As far as I’m concerned, any idea that’s already been done by inmates is sort of played out. They’re not really known for their pop culture savvy or trend setting as much as their lack of moral fiber. Add that to the C.G.I. shittiness and it’s really just terrible. Are imaginary dancing lizards the only ones able to work with Naomi Campbell nowadays? Any reports of her tossing a cell at the non-existent costars? If every commercial was as sweet as the extended Skittle’s “Midas” ad, I’d start watching more television something about his overwhelming depression is just hilarious. But, because media has saturated our every waking moment without twenty minutes of creativity, I’m stuck with dancing fucking lizards.
…journalistic integrity. Ha, I’m totally kidding. We haven’t had anything resembling integrity in the news since the seventies. Don’t believe me? Watch the next round of primary coverage and then flip to your local news. Ask yourself if you’ve learned anything. Chances are you’ll just end up hating yourself or thinking black people are either voting for Obama or in a perpetual firefight; no gray area. Thanks for giving the current events historical context, simplifying them for a mass audience, and keeping the public informed, douchebags. Wait, shit, Lindsey Lohan just ran into the back-end of a paparazzi’s car. Be right back…
…waking up with single digit temperatures. It’s been above 33° five times since the tenth of January. It’s currently -8° and feels like -25°. I’d be happy just to walk outside without my whatnots cowering behind my rib cage for protection from the obscene temperatures. I get it. I moved north. It’s cold here. I live in a barely insulated basement room because it’s cheap; basically. I’m not doing myself any favors. Still, I think the higher-ups are laying it on a little thick. There’s snow, filled with dirt, piss, and litter, on the sides of the roads that has been there for a month. Ridiculous.
Most of all, I’m sick of being sick. That cough that had me on my ass the fifth and sixth is still coming by every half-hour like a friendly neighbor with short-term memory loss. I went, again, to the clinic yesterday. I’m now sporting an inhaler and antibiotics. I’m walking around like Eddie Kaspbrak from It in an episode of House, just waiting for the fifty-minute mark when all the dots are connected and I can wrap up the episode in cough-less bliss.
Despite the cough, I’m back at work. It’s about seven degrees from room temperature and I’m burning about thirteen calories an hour. I’m not comfortable. I also have this weird craving for vitamin water…
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