Now it’s time for a MANIA MOMENT! *E

I really go crazy when in the last few minutes of work three or four people come running at me with giant stacks of evil in their hands and say DO THIS NOOOOOWWWWWAAAAAA!!!!!

That just happened.

but they underestimate my powers because I finished ALL OF IT quite beautifully and I still have 25 minutes of work left.

HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM KUMKWATS BIATCH.

is that how kumkwat is even spelled? 

probably not.

LETS CHECK!

Well I’ll be goddamned… it IS SPELLED LIKE THAT!

What a crazy looking word.

kumkwat.

it’s actually sorta dirty.

Like, I’m gonna lick that kumkwat till you scream!

ew.

anyway… yeah, so i’m in a sort of "I don’t want ot be angsty and upset but I am and I can’t stop it’ mood.

Which is just as confusing as it seems.

It’s like, one minute I’m ready to rip the heads off small woodland creatures, bash someones head into a wall, run over their wriggling body and then make them lay in the gutter with the headless bunnies and squirrels.

The next I feel insane and I want to sing Pres. of America songs "millions of peaches! peaches for me!" and dance like Gir and twitch a little because it feels "right"…

And then I’m sad. Terribly sad. I want to go hide in that little nook inthe corner under my desk and sob until the tears are gone and I feel like a hollowed out melon and everything just burns.

And then the next I feel confused like I’m forgetting something or someone or anything at all that MIGHT ACTUALLY BE IMPORTANT but for the life of me I can’t remember shit.

And then I’m anxious, waiting for something ot happen or like I have something looming.

and it’s all rapid cycling like some wierd sort of backasswards ridiculous bi polar disorder or SOMETHING.

and yeah.

Probalby doesn’t help that I’m like this a lot and I don’t think I have a problem.

no, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM FOR THINKING I HAVE A PROBLEM.

Don’t look at that foam on my mouth! It’s normal! It’s pretty! It’s pink!

with the blood of fairies.

I’m deraaaaanged.

So I baked this chicken last night without the skin in anticipation of Baboo coming over tonight.

Cept I sorta didn’t want him to come.

but then I did.

then I REALLY DID, because I could use a hug.

but then I don’t.

then I do.

don’t.

do.

so i’m just gonna go get him and hope he doesn’t piss me off cuz I might kill him and bury him the backyard and then that’s one more body in the tally I have to worry about someone finding because I can’t help but carve my initials in the skull bones.

WHAT???!!!!!

Anyway, the mania has to end sometime right?

Just… hurry the hell ass bitch whore slut cunter up!

cunter.

hahahhahahahah.

amusing.

*e: GOOGLE IS A LIAR. IT WAS SPELLED WRONG!

goddamned kumkwating KUMQUAT.

jesus.