March 2, 2011

A Rant After 2 Episodes of Southland

Hey you, did you just look behind you? or suck your chin inwards, as if you is not a universal word for honey or douchebag? Listen, I freakin love this cop show. The antics of a drug addicted cop are all over the place.  I can't decide if he is worse then the grief ridden impulsive detective going off the books to avenge his partner's murder. In a way, they blend together to make sense of this absurd world.  Life only makes sense in books or on TV. When I try to understand why I'm crashin from a pill that "mocks" a stimulant that I take at 11:00am  for a condition that causes me to sleep all day for real, I'm crashin at 6:00pm, what are you serious?  Can the doctors raise or triple the dosage of this mockery?  If I mock you, I make fun of you by acting like you in one of your not so proud moments.  So WTF is this taking a mockery of a pill that legitimately amps up me like kids on koolaide?  So  I need a cushion for each brain cell, unfortunately it's Lifetime, and some food for my belly. Oh I'm so embarassed, Lifetime, an all time low.  Barbituates are lovely, just not so kind to me.  I eat them like candy, and they beat me like a husband on crack who finds me in bed with his dealer.  Actually, that might work out.  I'm losin it.  My head huurrts.  Enough.  Watch Suckerpunch when it comes to theaters. Send a dollar to a Bury Charlie Sheen's Body Fund, but distill the drugs and alcohol out of his veins to resell first. See yah=     

1 comment:

  1. We could make millions selling cushions for brain cells...