O.k. I feel better. Sometimes I need to blow my depressive wad. Now THAT is a lovely, descriptive sentence. Ejaculating years of pent-up blues. Blues spooge. Alright, I'll stop now.
Blue's spooge. Isn't that a kids show?
Job interview tomorrow at yet another chocolate shop. I haven't worked in ALL of them yet. Ticking them off the list, one by one.
Ya know what I need? I NEED to go out dancing. Get sweaty on a dance floor. Must boogie.....
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From the Blue's Spooge show:
"We're gonna sit down in our drinkin' chair and drink,
drink,
driiIIiiIIiink."
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