Maybe they do.
But I would like to see the ends come a little quicker in that justification. Haha.
Side effects. side effects. What a ridiculous term. More like life effects. I've spent the better half of my 20's battling side effects, so much that I'm not sure what the side and what's the effect.
These new ones make me feel like I'm on a constant coke high. Crash all day and then awake all night and having what they call, "hyper-activity". More like a coke binge. Except I don't wake up half naked wearing dirty underwear and have the underlying feeling of mysterious shame. Well, not ALL the time.
I really am putting a productive spin on my life, which is good, since I'm awake all night, while the world sleeps. My interpretive dance has improved. And my shower is super clean. But really, Emily, do all the shoes need to be facing the same way? Do all the socks need to be put in decreasing order by size? No. I feel like me and Charlie Sheen should be hanging out.
So, I have run out of things to do, and decided, hey hyper-activity, let's blog! jesus loves bloggers.
Now, don't take this the creepy way, but I think I've started seeing things again. You ever done that? Seen things that "weren't" there? It's a bit hard for me to understand, seeing as how most of my spiritual beliefs do coincide with opening up to perceptive energy and letting it in... therefore having the ability to indeed see things. When I was on my devil meds, I always use to see these dogs with human faces. Like asian human faces. I tried looking them up to see if they mean anything, but I couldn't find anything on it. For now, it's mostly just small things like bugs and occasionally shadows and things like walls pulsing, hallways closing. It's like inception. Maybe I'm an architect! I wish I could see cool things like Mario Lopez naked. Wait, what?
Oh, Mario. Hot damn. I'm coming for ya! (take that as you will)
The human body is a crazy, crazy thing. Adjust. Take three. Don't eat. Blah blah blah. Anyone who's seen Next to Normal or heard the music from it, can probably understand a bit where I'm coming from.
Makes you crazy. Makes you react, makes you sad, makes you manic at times. And you don't know why. I guess your hormones don't like being bitch slapped around. Like you're always on the verge of the cliff just waiting to be pushed. Whatever that means.
If only a side effect could be like, Warning, may cause: laser eyes, flight, super strength, teleporting, and kick ass boots.
All these things come in waves.
None of this really helping the crazy girl status, lol.
I've recently gone through my robot uprising hand book. And let me tell you, there are some pure jewels of wisdom in there. Including how to treat laser wounds, how to do hand to hand combat with a droid, and how to stop a giant walking robot.
These things are important to know. Working on a robot musical sensation. Should take the stage by storm. Action, adventure, tears, rust. Who could ask for anything more?
And speaking of theatre, when I was at work the other day, I was measuring out platforms with the kids outside and all of a sudden I hear this sexual, "uhhhhh....uuhhhhhhhh.......yeaaaaaahhhhhh!" And I turn around and see this bum standing by the fence by the dumpster lookin' my way.
Jesus. And the kids are like, "Hey Emily, what's that hobo doing?"
Yeah, what's that hobo doing? About to blow a load on the only thing within his vicinity that happens to have a hole. Open dumpster.
"He's just peeing. Hey, let's go inside!"
Really? who does that?!
Gives the term "cum dumpster" a whole new meaning.
Ha, the world never ceases to surprise me.