neptunian

So I came down with strep-throat(sp?). What a wonderful event. Not only do I feel like my throat has been raped with a sandpaper dildo; I also feel as if my forehead's going to shot out flames.

Aside from this pissy fact I've been debating on whether the world owes me countless favors. I was a fecal child. I'm the pennacle of the "anus born" child. What do I mean by this? I believe that I have a shitty outlook on life. Life really isn't shitty, but I'll be damned if other people aren't out there bringing me into their world of crap. Listen, I don't like feeling bad, sometimes I do feel bad, as mentioned above. I'm not going to sit around and listen to some sad ass story about how your mom beat you as a child which sprouted your infidelity complex. Great. Keep going. I care.
To all you whiny pasty faced constantly moaning sacks of wind. Get a tape recorder, a bag of popcorn and some kleenex. First record all the shit you want to bitch about. Then rewind the tape. Play it back, and cry along with yourself. Eventually you'll become tired with your incessant ramblings and torch the documentaries in the long run.
Peace.