Cinnamon Flavored Vomit

Ellen: "Madison, watch out for that room spray. It smells like vomit."

Madison: "Oh, oh. What flavor is it?"

Ellen: "Something something cinnamon flavored. Like cinnamon flavored vomit."

Madison: "Like someone ate a whole container of cinnamon and then threw it up?"

Ellen: : "Yep. Exactly."

Madison: "I think I will try it outside."

Ellen: "If you think it's best."

(Madison exits the apartment and spritzes some of the vomit stench into the air.)


Madison: "YOU ARE RIGHT! THAT IS TERRIBLE!!!!!!! ! "


(A few minutes later, Ellen forgetfully walks out the door into the cinnamon vomit stench. )


Ellen: "Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln! That stinks!"

Do you ever hate your life???

Sometimes I do.

Not because I want to die, or anything morbid, but sometimes things just stink-a-rink.

Some things that have stunk lately:

-My lovely new red computer HADAMELTDOWN>>>

-I lost my copy of photoshop 5.0 so when the MELTDOWN happened, I had no photoshop.

-I have been having severe panic attacks. I am not ashamed of them, but I do wish they would go away.
(Small side note, the word panic attack reminds me of the word pancake, which sounds SSSSOOOOOGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDD right now)

-There are other stinky things lately, but I will spare you.

In conclusion, I'll be back someday to normal blogging, with pictures. I SWEAR.