apparently, i need to start off by apologizing for my grammatical errors. all i can say is one of three things has been happening i write these fuckers around three or six in the morning and get sloppy i write these demons while drunk and having illicit sex with three interns and get sloppy or my 2002 new year's resolution of actually proof reading this shit rag before i publish it hasnt kicked in yet.
anyways im writing this in a cafe while a large woman talks loudly on her cell phone about why she is such a loud annoying human being who has no business wearing stretch pants. or maybe that's just what im hearing.
we had a family contest on christmas eve we had to tell your most embarrassing moment. it was adults only, but kids were present. thank god, i didnt want some of my backyard sex stories to enter the fray there are some things about me that the relatives just dont need to know. anyways, mine was getting an eraser stuck up my nose in the second grade and the principal had to dig it out. it wasnt just in my nose it was way up in there, in the second level. fucking chelsea won with some fart story at cheerleader practice. hell, i got fart stories yeah, out the ass so what? a principal digging an eraser out of nose beats that, doesnt it?
listening to the veils... the runaway found. damn good.
anyways im writing this in a cafe while a large woman talks loudly on her cell phone about why she is such a loud annoying human being who has no business wearing stretch pants. or maybe that's just what im hearing.
we had a family contest on christmas eve we had to tell your most embarrassing moment. it was adults only, but kids were present. thank god, i didnt want some of my backyard sex stories to enter the fray there are some things about me that the relatives just dont need to know. anyways, mine was getting an eraser stuck up my nose in the second grade and the principal had to dig it out. it wasnt just in my nose it was way up in there, in the second level. fucking chelsea won with some fart story at cheerleader practice. hell, i got fart stories yeah, out the ass so what? a principal digging an eraser out of nose beats that, doesnt it?
listening to the veils... the runaway found. damn good.
jessicalea:
I hate loud ass people on their stupid cell phones.