Is it possible to be claustrophobic in your own skin?
I gots that feeling.
You can't run fast enough; you can't think your way out of it. The idea of clawing your own face off is appealing, but you'd just scare the children in the streets.
I do not like this feeling, Sam I Am.
I much prefer the feeling that you absolutely must have a chili dog. And tater tots. And a very large, very thick malted milk, like the kind you can get at Whitey's in the Quad Cities....or a Ted Drewes Concrete in St. Louis.
Yeah, I would pay for it with all sorts of aging-guy gastric distresses.....but the idea is infinitely more appealing that clawing my own face off.
I'm just really tired.
And although it may not look it, I will be appearing for the next round.
Mickey won't throw in the towel.
Ya ain't so bad, Clubber Lang.
Bring it.
I'll scare ya with my clawed-off face.
Boo!
Monday, April 11, 2011
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it IS possible to be that way in your own skin. It is.
I'm there too.
boo.
I call these days... Brown Days.
I have brown eyes, brown hair, brown skin, brown eye brows... all brown.
And I am found of pealing skin... I am a face picker.
However... I don't recommend this habit to you.
I don't know how I missed this post.
Its right up my alley.
I do hope you haven't pealed your face of Dear Clemo.
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