I think I am allowed to have a bad day if it begins with a 3 a.m. wake-up call involving cat diarrhea stench and a nosebleed, ends with the discovery that I have left my headlights on unnecessarily for two hours, and has a lot of dramatic nonsense in between.
like, dear old evil racist sexist abusive fucking grandfather who never bothered to learn my name is on his deathbed.
like, I am suddenly horribly fat.
like, there are dirty popsicle sticks all over the floor.
like, I'm going to casually ignore my many responsibilities until I have some kind of epiphany and/or you come over and feel my boobs for a while.
ain't too proud to beg.
speaking of which, I'm tired of nearly all my music, so obscure suggestions would be most welcome. almost as welcome as a good slammed-against-the-wall fuck. almost.
why is there no shifty-eyed grin emoticon? and why do I want to rely on said emoticon to convey my shifty-eyed grinning nature? I would pull out the digital camera to show you the face I actually just made, but the digital camera has been AWOL for some time now.
another notch on the drama belt. or something.
at any rate, shit is not as horrible as I make it out to be. I know this intellectually but not emotionally. I'm totally fucking unstable today (really, just today... I promise.......) and have been suffering bouts of omg-cry-on-the-bed-for-five-minutes punctuated with laugh-hysterically-at-nothing and we can blame most of it on our good friend Ovulation.
Ovulation, thy name is PISS.
the important thing to remember is that "bajiner" is the new vag, and it is a great thing to behold, and if I get that job I may try to save up enough money for a tattoo near my bajiner that says "mind the gap." that is, if I still think it's funny by the time I'm un-poor. which I probably won't. we Gemini a fickle bunch of whackjobs be.
yep I'm bored.
like, dear old evil racist sexist abusive fucking grandfather who never bothered to learn my name is on his deathbed.
like, I am suddenly horribly fat.
like, there are dirty popsicle sticks all over the floor.
like, I'm going to casually ignore my many responsibilities until I have some kind of epiphany and/or you come over and feel my boobs for a while.
ain't too proud to beg.
speaking of which, I'm tired of nearly all my music, so obscure suggestions would be most welcome. almost as welcome as a good slammed-against-the-wall fuck. almost.
why is there no shifty-eyed grin emoticon? and why do I want to rely on said emoticon to convey my shifty-eyed grinning nature? I would pull out the digital camera to show you the face I actually just made, but the digital camera has been AWOL for some time now.
another notch on the drama belt. or something.
at any rate, shit is not as horrible as I make it out to be. I know this intellectually but not emotionally. I'm totally fucking unstable today (really, just today... I promise.......) and have been suffering bouts of omg-cry-on-the-bed-for-five-minutes punctuated with laugh-hysterically-at-nothing and we can blame most of it on our good friend Ovulation.
Ovulation, thy name is PISS.
the important thing to remember is that "bajiner" is the new vag, and it is a great thing to behold, and if I get that job I may try to save up enough money for a tattoo near my bajiner that says "mind the gap." that is, if I still think it's funny by the time I'm un-poor. which I probably won't. we Gemini a fickle bunch of whackjobs be.
yep I'm bored.
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frankmask:
I think we established that when you disappeared into the wilds and emerged a month later with bits of the foreign minister of Bora Bora stuck to your teeth, riding a tiger and clad in lily fronds.
frankmask:
That, my friend, is the epitome of deviousity.