Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Do you know how it feels...?

Do you know how it feels to feel as though you are floating in strawberry banana pudding?

Do you know what it's like to want to wash each individual cell of your body?

Do you know how it sounds to stretch out each word you say while slurring them all together?

Have you ever been hilarious without really trying?

Have you ever had a Woody burger with curly fries from Woody's drive-in located in Murray?

I have done all of these, except one, just tonight!! Can you guess which one I did not do?


I don't know if my pain tolerance has gone up or what, but I can't really feel my migraines as painful anymore. I'm just really light sensitive, experience mad aura, get super-duper loopy, and my upper limbs twitch or shake randomly.

My sister said I looked "special" today because I couldn't control the twitching. She was mean and hurt my feel goods. So I ran away and took a nap.

When I woke up, my limbs felt like they were cast out of lime jello with carrot shavings floating around inside. Dirty carrot shavings -- someone plucked them straight from the garden before sticking them inside my half-formed gelatinous limbs. I wobble so.

I really should never take drugs. I think that would be really bad for me. I sort of feel the same way now as that one time when I got all hopped up on Lortab after surgery.

I feel funky.

You can't see it, but just did a dance. Inside my head.

Dancing is no fun when your limbs are made of jello. You leave bits of yourself on the hot, sticky dance floor and then people trod on you. Parts of you go home with strangers where you are licked off their shoes by their pet dogs. Not the kind of thing one generally enjoys, I imagine.

I should probably try to sleep this off.

Lucky thing I didn't have work today.

What if I accidentally twitched at the wrong time and needle got stuck in someones eye or throat or knee cap?! That would be horrible! You can't take plasma from those places. No sirree. No. Sir. Ree.


I'm done.

Sleep tight, world.

Don't let the bed bugs bite.

Unless they are poor, orphaned, third-world bed bugs. In which case, set them up with a college fund.

1 comment:

  1. I can honestly say this is the zaniest post I've ever read... Feel better