I am about to snap under the pressure of it all. Not snap in the way of doing anything crazy...just snap..
into an OOPS again kind of, sort of, way!!
Only those who have been through it, know what I am talking about.
I was going to lay down quietly and die off and be the internet martyr for all the tyranny we live under because of the 1%.
I watched a show about the billions of dollars, IN CASH, sent to Iraq...and no surprise it all disappeared.
Name blaming. Finger pointing. And pretending they are working hard at finding it when we know they are getting paid more to not find what happened to it.
I am still sick and the cost of care is beyond reproach. I have looked into medical tours offered by Costa Rica. And quite frankly, I would rather my money go to a country that is number one in environmental responsibility.
I am after all a fighter.
On the internet and in real life.
I could lay down but that would make it easy for Mitt Romney and the right wing Republicans.
So deal with us poor and ill you fucks!!!
Cuz the Texas Blonde ain't in her grave yet!!!
Actually she is, sort of...this is an old post I found locked up in blogger limbo like my life.
I assume the politicians have changed but not the politics.
Apparently I do not have to go off to international waters. I just need to be 3 miles off shore and weighted properly to sink in 600 ft of water. And no funeral director is required. No casket is required. Just a dead body with a toe tag and some decent cement shoes.
Bonus for me on the charter boat and and dingy mark. I can just wait to die on the boat and be dropped mafia style 600 ft below.
Please God let it not be off the shores of the ugliest beach in the world known as the Gulf Coast.
The Blonde is resting at peace right now because she saved a bundle on burial costs!
I do not have the dedication nor patience to deal with dreadlocks. After spending hours waxing and teasing spirals in my hair, I have determined its a look best served surf side.
If I was at the beach with my puka shell choker, bikini, and surfboard...it would look hot.
But in the real world....dreads need to be nurtured and maintained beyond anything my blonde hair has ever known.
Who can sleep with waxed, teased hair under pantyhose at night until its sets. It takes 6 months to set.
I have yet to get all the tangle out and I have washed my hair several times.
Its not a big deal since I am not on a regiment of outings other than to the local grocery to buy canned cat food for my cats. You can be sick and the cats have no sympathy for you if their food bowl is not filled with scrumptious canned delicacy of mystery meat early in the morning and dinner time.
While my hair de-tangles I have been looking at burial options.
If you thought dying was expensive, death is even more so.
I have found Cosco supplies an assortment of coffins in the $300 range. But family will still have to pay for the morgue, mortuary, embalming, grave site...etc....
Its a business you might want to consider because its truly a money maker.
I say coffin but the politer term is casket.
Either semantic still does not help the residual cost of burial.
I could cremate but it is as expensive as embalming. But Cosco does offer a discount ash jar too.
For half the price, I can charter a boat with a dingy into international waters. The boat will leave me floating in a dingy and I will margaritaville it until death kicks in and I can give myself a Vikings Funeral without any cost of body claim.
Either way, I want to thank the Republicans for stopping Obamacare before I finish law school. They will save me the student loan repay they hiked the interest rate up on.
The Blonde is locking in her early demise as cheaply as she can!
It is not hocus pocus and not something I can get rich off of because it is readily available.
It is so stupid silly...it reminds me of the story about a truck caught under a bridge.
All the experts thought the issue over and none of them could solve it.
It took a young boy with no expertise to ask why they just didn't let the air out of the tires.
Slowing down the aging process is as easy as letting the air out of that truck's tires.
I will give you a few hints.
Imagine yourself as a tree.
Trees are the oldest living being...
Being as in entity not as in human being...
Think of a tree...
What makes a tree sick?
What makes a tree weak?
What makes a tree die?
What makes everything weak?
What makes everything die?
A host that consumes more from its life source than the life source can provide.
You and I are a tree.
We are an organism that millions and millions of tiny hosts feed off of everyday.
If you put your skin under a microscope with a thousand times the power to see the milliscopic bugs that feed off of us...
You will see why you age from the outside in.
All you need is the secret to killing the host that feeds on you.
And I have that secret.
I found it on a sebatical dealing with my own mortality.
I am sure you think a sales pitch is coming, but its not.
I can make you stay the way you look now until you die.
And I can tell you, its not more than $7 for a month's supply.
What I can't tell you, is if I am going to share this info.
I am in hate mode.
While I can cure aging on the outside.
I can't cure dying on the inside.
I might just want to bury myself with this stupid, silly, easy, make me laugh how stupid the science community is; or how devious they are to keep it from you just to rake in the mega billions on an anti aging cosmetic farce campaign; simply because I am angry at my demise.
I will be kind enough to give you
Giant freaking hint:
Your the host!!
Billions of microscopic organisms are depleting your system...