What was that sound?

Yeah really. Last night, after I finished up my previous blog I had published here. I found myself still awake and no where near sleepy. So, I thought that with some online tv would do me in. It did but in the process of coming back and sitting in my recliner and trying to get the damn thing to recliner back. I blame me being fat for this. It worked before pretty good. I don't know if it was because I'm heavy and it's hard to make it recline, anyways I hopped and jerked myself back to see if it would release and try to open. Nope. What it did do was this -CRACK!!! .. The frame in front on edge busted and broke. Now I'm sitting on no frame right now and just hear the crack and ping of springs going nuts underneath my weight. Well. Luckily I have another recliner that is uberly smaller that'll I'll use. Next up after it goes kerplunk. well the dog will get a new bed because the loveseat will return to being my throne. It once was and after my ex left me I reclaimed my throne in the recliner. I think today though I might ask and see if my mom will give me a offer that she once extended to me a few months back, she has a account with a furniture store and I would love a new living room suit but, With the dog still kicking I fear it could be back for she might mess on it or something else. I may wait to extend that question till a later date. I've had hand-me-downs since I moved in. Only thing that truly is mine that I've had...um...my broken desktop maybe? ...toothbrush?..fuck, I don't know. Just realizing that now I'm running even more late than before is making me hesitate even more so than 10 minutes ago when I started this blog up. Ugh.
I should become like the world and become a heavily medicated person.
My mom and brother are. 2 of my ex's are. One was more less a addict, wait-2 were. Heh. I think I'll stick to the suffer in silence till I'm pissed off and ready to explode and kill on sight method of medicine
Ok. I've got to go and get dressed and look like I'm a stain upon society with my paint and stain covered shirts and baggy jeans when underneath this visage I'm quite the knowledgeable man and honorable person who is a pacifist and protector...that is till you fuck with me and piss me off.

Marion - OUT