confetti is only funfetti in colours and cupcakes

sometimes i just feel like i am so full of wasted energy that i am going to explode into little bits of confetti. but not the fun, colourful kind of confetti though. instead i feel like i am going to explode into something boring like tiny bits of newspaper or pages from anna karenina. speaking of which, what happens to all those little bits of confetti after the explosion? where do they all go? birds' nests? sewers? alaska?