My Mr. Amazing

He walks towards me with his long wooden shaft of power, commanding dominance among the room of unexpected victims. His voice angelic voice sprays out again "everybody lose your clothes, thats right! but naked Bi$*#s." Everyone seemed so uncomfortable but he could take me right now, no clothes, full lit on lane 6. That kind of stuff only happens in fairy tales, but a girl can dream right? haha, anyways we all took off our clothes Then he told us to lay on the floor. He walked between our very alive cloth bodies, relentlessly forcing everyone too comply even the seniors citizens group on isle 2, and the kids birthday party on isle 13. Those kids were all ready going through puberty, their was no reason to further punish them. I guess he dis-agreed. Him and his crew began to pick up all of the clothes and search them for valuables and cleaned out the cash registers and the safe. He piled up the clothes on in the middle of the bowling lanes and doused them with gasoline right before he said " all right MUTHA F*%$AS GET IN A LINE FROM YOUNGEST TO OLDEST SO I CAN PROFILE YOU BI*%$S AND CLAIM YOU ON MY TAX DEDUCTION" his crew laughed hysterically and then he said " CAN'T LET THE MAN GET ME ON TAX EVASION"

It was nice while it lasted

I got a really young patient today, and a case study about young patients. Its always seems so much harder to work with young patients because they don't have the full ability to describe what they are feeling, so from there its a guessing game. Fortunately, this little boy only had minor insomnia. I gave that cute little boy some knock out pills and that was that. After that i met up with my old friend OJ and tried to inspire him to take control of his emotions because he is better than that. A life is never worth wasting, especially because of a little temporary sadness. Then i went to the bowling ally hoping to meet a strong man who could teach me how to bowl. As i see talk, dark, and handsom walkin my way I hear the re-load of a 40 cal shot-gun and man says "This is a hold up MUTHA FU*&$"

No more Scrubs

Things have gotten a little tangled, yesterday after I saw keezy talking to miranda on moth street, so i decided to break them both off. We are done and besides that the balancing act was becoming too much. On a lighter note, the fair is back in town. Back when i was a little girl my father would always give me and my brothers money to spend on the entertainingly rigged carnival games. Jacob was always the one who enthusiastically pressured my dad into taking us, so when he left to college we didn't go anymore because clowns eat He is in southern California with the happy cows majoring in psychology but the only thing he is mastering is how to party, But enough about him. Yesterday i decided to apply for a job at queens because my louis vuitton is not going to pay for it self, at least not until i finish my internship at the st. peters hospital. People keep questioning why i get the easy patients and diagnosis-es. All i Know is as long i keep sleeping with the chief of medicine then this position is all ready in the bag.