April 4, 2011

paranoia supertar freakazoid

dear not sick at all diary,

that is what i like about me- the best out of everything- how unlike the unibomber i really am when push comes to shove. when he gets a little minor cold, he lays up in the bed for the upwards of two weeks- or more. i get a little sore throat- i complain a couple of hours- get a box of popsicles- i'm cured. i cant believe how much i spent at the store last night but the unibomber felt it necessary to get canned goods for doomsday. i  made him check all the expiration dates for after 12/21/12. now the trick will be finding a place in the shelter for all of it. he's a fucking retard, but at least we have canned peaches in heavy syrup now. i should have NEVER added all those channels to the cable package and it is becoming painfully obvious as to why. he thought he wasn't a Christian the other day- thankfully i got him turned back around. then he went through a phase where he wanted to only buy gold and silver. then he went through this other deal where he thought he was a smart dude from the early 1700's reincarnated. then, i admit, i wanted to try and get on taxi cab confessions. then- the asteroid theory- we are all gunna die sooner than later. sometimes the shit he watches scares me- especially the cartoons- they really do scare me.