Tuesday, May 20, 2008

sore throats

My throat wants to scream. Its saying:

screw you, i refuse to work for this cruddy old place anymore, for a cranky lady who just wants to complain about her dirty roomate. Think college is hard? Try being a throat. Trying having to shuffle all that old, tasteless, rough chuncks of gray colored carpet you call food down with out me.

Try seeing how u like staying up half the night, screaming out senseless drunk, staggering words in front of a club, when all you want is a warm cup of coco and Time magazine.

Try dealing with all those disguisting diseases, constantly trying to creep up on you when all ur trying to do is fight them all off so you can go back to your books on tapes and sandwhiches.

Try sucking on popsicles, cutting off ur only escape to the world and stuffing something strange and pulsating instead.

Try reciting useless pieces of information when u know ur old buddy, the brain, is out on a date, and won't be reciving any of this.


my throat is sore at me

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