Laz....Procrastination, I'm cheating death.

Procrastination seems to imply something important. Maybe because it has five syllables. I'm still not done with all my work for this issue of the Wordisbondzine. Which is coming. We're trying to make it more polished, look a little bit more professional, more editing of material, and incorporate a better layout. This issue is sure to be the best one yet but I have to get my shit done. I'm fucking up! I'm just super lazy. That's all it is. I never actually say the word "procrastination" I think that's a product of my sloth as well.

So I'm broke as fuck right now! It's insane how broke I am, haven't been this low on cash for a minute and a dollar being made or accumulated isn't anywhere in the immediate future. Rent is due on the first and I'm in the negative. I'm no where near the $465 I need for my half but for some reason I'm not really stressing. Not visibly stressing at least, maybe I'm internalizing the stress and it's going to manifest itself as a giant ulcer or stroke or heart attack or something. That would be nuts! Especially since I don't have any health insurance.

By now everyone has heard of the Swine Flu outbreak and the possibility of me catching it kinda scares me. I'm a heartbeat away from San Diego County where there has been numerous cases. I still don't know how to detect it. So if I caught it I'd probably just die. Which would be my luck, to be the first person to die from this outbreak in the United States. "Tyree Sheppard a Pioneer in Swine Flu death in the United States" my tombstone will read. Man that sucks!

I'm going to die from this shit! If someone in Los Angeles County catches it I'm never leaving the house! I better not catch this shit! If I do with every last ounce of energy left in my body I'm hopping in the Chevy and headed for the border with a trunk load of homemade explosives and Mexico is coming with me (Just kidding FBI). They have vaccines for this shit but back to the point that I don't know how to detect it. I never go to the hospital. Not for anything. I haven't been in a hospital since I received like 50 stitches on New Years Eve about five years ago, and even then I didn't want to go. After my mom saw what happened to my arm she advised me to go. Fuck the hospital that shit is whack! So if I did catch it I wouldn't know I had it and wouldn't go to the hospital because I never go because I don't have any health insurance and hospitals are whack! So it makes perfect sense that I could die from this shit. Especially if the outbreak is as grand as the sensationalist media says it is.......Nevermind I'll be okay.

I still have pics from the day I got stitches. My arm was pretty fucked! Still have the scars. Which look pretty cool and have been a great conversational piece.

Well anyway. Fuck Swine Flu and Procrastination. Another reason not to eat pork or sleep ever! Neither are going to be the death of me.

Now let's hope I don't end up homeless.