All things are based on the pendulum, right?
Things swing forward then backward and then forward again.
The wheel of fortune, Oroborous, sideways eights and those little ball clackers you see in bankers offices.
Today started out well enough... but you take the little things into consideration.
My mexican bottle of pepsi had mexican mold on the bottle. One of my good friends possibly lost his job, I lost 15 bucks in poker tonight...and so on and so on.
I add these things to the current surplus of little shitty things that happen, and I figure any day no that pendulum is gonna be swinging into blue skies again.
I had my call back audition and I had to improv a scene. Fine.
I figure I'm pretty funny, and yet I forget to remember what I think is funny is still "Offensive" to the proletariat.
As soon as I said "Fine, I'll just shit in your houseplants while you're out" escaped from my mouth, the room went silent and I knew the whole thing was blown.
But the little shitty things snowball into a great big good thing, and at this point, I gotta indiana jones size boulder of gold just waiting to run my ass down.
or so he says with crossed fingers and a knotted tail.
Things swing forward then backward and then forward again.
The wheel of fortune, Oroborous, sideways eights and those little ball clackers you see in bankers offices.
Today started out well enough... but you take the little things into consideration.
My mexican bottle of pepsi had mexican mold on the bottle. One of my good friends possibly lost his job, I lost 15 bucks in poker tonight...and so on and so on.
I add these things to the current surplus of little shitty things that happen, and I figure any day no that pendulum is gonna be swinging into blue skies again.
I had my call back audition and I had to improv a scene. Fine.
I figure I'm pretty funny, and yet I forget to remember what I think is funny is still "Offensive" to the proletariat.
As soon as I said "Fine, I'll just shit in your houseplants while you're out" escaped from my mouth, the room went silent and I knew the whole thing was blown.
But the little shitty things snowball into a great big good thing, and at this point, I gotta indiana jones size boulder of gold just waiting to run my ass down.
or so he says with crossed fingers and a knotted tail.
i think the "ill shit in your house plants wile you're out" is fucking hilarous.
you know you need to get outa that shithole of a town & come to where the stars make it or where youll have to give blowjobs for crack.
hahahha
love annie