Afro-locks
I fucked up. I usually title my crap on a whim. Half the time the title of an entry barely has anything to do with the crap inside that entry. And every once in awhile, I find myself writing about something that I titled an earlier entry with.
See, lately I’ve been eating a lot of On-Cor frozen dinners. That’s what you eat when you’re broke, that and frozen crap pizza. For the past month, I’ve eaten about a ton of Tombstones, Tony’s, On-Cors and some other shit I can’t name right now. Of course, I’ve found myself with very disturbing gastric problems, going to the toilet often, farting, diarrhea, burping. It’s been bad. I’ve been ashamed to actually go to work. Either I stink up the office or I stink up the bathroom. That and wearing the same crap clothes everyday has made me a social leper. I’ve heard that people around the office have come to start calling me Brownies for some reason.
Of course, the bad stinch coming from me could also be caused by me regularly consuming White Castles and crappy tasting Big Macs. Eating them apple pies and sucking down 99 cent RC colas haven’t helped. In fact, I think my left foot has been falling asleep on me lately. I might have to have that shit chopped off eventually. Oh well. I guess that’s what you get when your daily diet is 89 cent 2 liter Crushes and chocolate chip cookies. I can live without feet though. It ain’t like I exercise and shit. That would be crazy.
Although this tumor growing on the side of my head has become a problem. I’ve really had to let my caps out. Plus, the dreadlocks I’ve been sporting to cover the large growth on the side of my skull has gotten outrageous. I guess that’s what you get when you have your cousin do your hair for five bucks every few months. I think I should start calling my shit Afro-locks since my hairdo is part afro and part braids. Shit. I’m the harbinger of the new style. Brothers’ll be sporting this shit in about six to eight months. I just need to showcase this shit a little longer. Forego the laughter and shit. Bastards don’t know shit about progress.
I really should go see a doctor. But doctors cost money. And you need a really decent health insurance plan, which I don’t have. That’s why I’ve learned to start doctoring on myself. I’ve had a bad cold the past few weeks. I went around to relatives and friends and got some of their old medicine they were prescribed when they were sick years ago. It’s a great way to get shit when you ain’t got shit. Although, the titties I’ve been growing since taking one of the medicines has started to concern me. I’ve never heard of cough medicine helping to grow titties on men. Which makes me think that I might be taking some type of estrogen type shit by mistake. But them the breaks.
Hopefully, if I take enough of this shit, my cold may eventually go away. Hell, I think the tumor has been shrinking as well. Although, my left nut has been getting bigger in the process. Who knows, maybe in a year or two I’ll me all well, or dead. No tumor but with an enormously big left nut. Either one is good. I mean, I’ve been looking to get a good long nap in.
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