This post is brought to you by the Lamest Post Ever Committee. You know, the one where the blogger is on the verge of completing her certified application entry form to the nut house! I am hoping the entry questionnaire will be painless. I am just going to answer each question with a different color crayon that way it assures that I get accepted. If that doesn't work, then I am positive that if I tell them that I met up with Tweety Bird and we flew the coop, had drinks, did the electric slide and met up with Tom Cruise for a night of sliding around in our underwear, they may just by pass asking for consent and send me onto the padded room with just a little window in which I will pretend I see an ocean view.
I am sure I will make a fashion statement in a white jacket. Those are lovely. It's a beautiful stiff fabric in which the material hugs you. You know makes you feel like your arms are wrapped around your favorite stuffed animal at the age of four and you never want to let go.
I must let them know that I sometimes have insomnia and that I am sure the proper medication will help me sleep. I am requesting Benedryl, but I have heard that they use some type of little white pill. I will probably wake up refreshed, surrounded by a pond of lily pad's and daisy's and maybe, just maybe my mini vacay will have been worth the while.
I am hoping they let me take one item. I mean hell even Survivor lets you take one luxury item. I pick my Hunters. That white jacket doesn't cover your feet and I like being warm.
See above? I am packed and all ready to go. I shouldn't be in the facility long. I mean really, a one hour therapy session and they are going to release me out into the real world because of excessive compulsive blabber. Shit, there are other people in the group that probably have it worse than me (they probably don't really see Tom Cruise). I am so lame. See Committee voted. Blah, blah, blah. Have you figured out yet, that I just made this crap up in five minutes because the last two days, I had nothing but a headache? Oh, good. Look Tweety Bird.. See ya!
Dusty
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I'll come visit you every day. That's a promise :)
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Save me a seat next to you. I'm on my way.
ReplyDeleteMy bags are packed. I'm on my way, we can check in the hotel/nut-hut togehter.
ReplyDeleteI think the padded walls would be fun to bounce off of.
ReplyDeleteDid you know that they now make foldable Hunters? Like, easy to travel with ones, like stick it in your bag and you can potentially bring 2-3 pairs with you?
ReplyDeletexo, Yi-chia
Always Maylee
found your blog through Shanna's blog.
ReplyDeleteI was laughing the whole time! cannot wait to follow along:)
xo
Hallie
hahahaha not lame at all. I love the hunters, but the story behind them makes me smile
ReplyDeletehahaha this is not lame at all!!! :) Posts like this are the best...and I will come visit you in the nut house. :)
ReplyDeleteGirl, i hear ya!! I'm not motivated to do crap this week. I have insomnia bigtime and i could use a little R&R. I'm packed and on my way. We need to hurry and check in first so we can pick out the pretty crayons before everyone gets to them.
ReplyDeletenotlame at al! i loved it, shows your personality and taking it real. you knw what else is keeping it real wearing hunters on survivor, i totally agree with you there, i hate wet feet and i am cold with wet feet so even i keep those boots on when i am on survivor, i am good! also you are a survivor in life
ReplyDeleteSounds like a peaceful little vacation...tell Tweety I say hello!
ReplyDeleteFunny. I was told I needed to check myself in this week! I'm coming with you and packing a carton of cigs! {I don't even smoke!}
ReplyDelete"The material hugs you..." Jesus, woman. Stop with that!
ReplyDeleteI feel like there would be a lot of drooling in a place like that.
Go close your eyes and lie down in a cool dark room. You will feel much better soon!
Um, you need a serious vacation...like tomorrow...you need to escape for a hot minute and regroup yourself from Angry Birds, White jackets and Benadryl. Come visit me!!
ReplyDeleteso in my mind's eye, a white jacket and black Hunters is looking, ummmmm.. HOT!!! ;D
ReplyDeleteI'll come visit you with Justyn! Love you!
ReplyDeleteLet's be roommates at the loonie bin. We can get all of the other nice ladies to put on fashion shows for us while we sip grape juice and pretend it's Boone's farm. Because obviously if you can't be drunk in the loonie bin, you need to pretend you are.
ReplyDeleteYou and Tiffany with the Hunters... can I tell you now that since I've lived in the Desert most of my life, I had never heard of these until I discovered you. And now I feel like my life is not complete. And that makes me crazy, so we've come full circle.
I don't think you're lame..
ReplyDelete...yea that's all I have for right now.
Love ya anyway.
xoxo.
Sierra
I hope your headache is gone.
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I'll commit with you, we'd have so much fun at the loony bin
You are SO not lame. Love you and your Hunters! :) xo.
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