On Being a Pig

So, the looters have their glorious "morals" like Genghis Khan and his horde. 

When I'm thin, I'm a whore.  When I'm fat, I'm a pig. 

Boohoo, I'm crying...

I like to eat, and they should be praising me because it'll kill me quicker.  No, they send their subliminal messages to me (don't ask if you don't have an open mind), threats. Who's the one wasting tax dollars now?

I know I have a problem with food.  I have an addiction to food. 

I know I have a problem...

It's not like I'm not trying.  I'm going back on weight watchers.  This time, I'm going to follow the program.  Hey, last time I did weight watchers, I lost 22 pounds. 

As for being on assistance, we've talked about this several times, Breaking Benjamin, Madonna, Bjork, Marilyn Manson and Deathstars.  You can do the legal thing and turn me in if you feel I'm abusing the system.  You do not have the right to hunt me as an easy kill.  Do you like how I made the internet my personal bomb?  Ms. Octopus.

Once again, I posted my IQ scores on my blog.  I'm obviously impaired. You can look at them, the brain scans, and you can deal with my memory, which was made worse.  I'm learning to compensate.  Lately, I've been looking at trackers I can put on my stuff, as I spend a good deal of time looking for my keys, phone and retainers. 

Instead of killing me, why don't you become a doctor and heal me?  That way, you'd get a lot of money to spend on houses and attractive women.  You can have my GI bill.  That's one loss you don't have to worry about because I can't do it anymore.  Yay, for you!