Feel like my life is a game show called "Just Can't Win" and the objective is to see how long I can exist while failing.
I don't mean failing in an emo way, but in a physical way.
Went to Beverly Hills to see a doctor last week.
Left completely crushed and hopeless.
Would feel slightly better about Cedars Sinai as an organization if every doctor in the hospital formed a line and spit on me.
Maybe have everyone eat cheese and oreos before hand too.
I received lab results today for some blood work my friend paid for, which are perplexing.
Now I feel slightly more hopeless.
Think I entered a bonus round or something.
And the audience is hushed, waiting to see if I finally lose or keep winning at not winning.
Can he do it?--I don't know.
Sometimes the only possible offense and/or defense is to remain defiant.
Even if that means flashing a broken smile at the sky while an unknown assailant chokes you into oblivion.
On a different subject:
I saw a small portion of panties around lunchtime when a woman bent over to enter a car and it made me feel slightly better about the world.
They were pink.
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