I thought I'd write about....
And then this is the part where I think of one of my little "three-word phrases©" like "fucking a monkey" or "Flamingo rape-colony" and it turns into a whole blog, only this time I don't have one and the cat anti-depressants are starting to wear off and THE SADDEST DOG IN THE WORLD is howling and I keep falling asleep watching 'The Big Lebowski" but BEFORE the part with the topless girl in the parachute, so that's a wash, and I really have no three-word phrase© at my disposal , so I look down at my list of blog ideas and right there at the bottom staring at me it says "Nana's Anus" and I am SOOOO tempted, but I can't because I believe that old people are living treasures, unless they are the kind who go all dementy in their old age and fling their poo at the orderlies and call everyone "Wendall" and who tell you it's okay to feel up their invalid roommate because they are in a coma, but really they're just sleeping, and they freak out when you touch them, and the jokes on you, but what the hell do you know, you're only 12, and so you start crying and your mom hears and she yells at you for upsetting the old people.
That kind of old person isn't a living treasure. The word for that kind is "grandpa" in my case.*
Moral of the story: I need more expired cat anti-depressants and I hate old people.**
* I made this whole scenario up and if you don't believe that then screw you, because my juvie record is sealed, so who's laughing now?
**I don't hate them really, I just think we should ship them all to their own island and they could fend for themselves like "Lord of the Flies" only we could televise it and bet on who would last the longest and I don't necessarily NEED the Nobel Peace Prize in terms of the actual medal ,but the monetary award? I wouldn't say "no".