Couch Pains

There are two directions this entry took while being formed in my head. One was me bitching about my chronically strained and spasming back, and the other was going to turn into me driveling on about independence. I don't really like the sound of either of those, so I'm going to stop typing now and come back when I have something a little less worthless to contribute. (I guess that means this may be goodbye for a while)

Prudhoe Crazy

"Do you want a peanut?"
"No."
"Do you want ALL the peanuts?"

"If it's foggy in the morning, you're the first to die."

"I got you a present! It's Tetanus!"

"Hey Katelin! Katelin it's your lucky day! I found the rope you can hang yourself with!"

"Jessalin has been threatening to murder me all day. Reprimand her."

"I win. Go lick the truck. Truck licker."

"Double jinx. You owe me your soul."

"Shit. I need a pastry."

"I promise not to pee your truck."

"It wasn't as long as I thought it'd be - that's what she said!"

"How many times have we said 'fuck' in this conversation? That's a second-week word!"

"I just had a revelation. I'm going to break up with my girlfriend tonight!"