"What's My Hand Smell Like Today?"
Today's Smell: day old ravioli
HATE SHAVING. WHY DO YOU BOTHER TO GROW BACK. FUCKING HELL.
The 4400 was shitloads better than I expected. Getting the season 1 dvd come next paycheck.
(See? Now you know why she's been up there the whole time)
Cus I only get the good shit.
Got into a fight friday night. Wish it was saturday night, otherwise my whole fuckin weekend wouldn't have been spent drinking and nursing wounds. This is the first time my head's bled from my scalp. Not quite sure how I feel about it. Not that my reputation, or self-esteem has been tarnished or something cus we were broken up. I've just never bled this much from a fight before. Unexpected, exhilarating, hoping I don't get a guy 200 motherfucking pounds heavier than me next time. But then you might say "where's the fun in that?" cus the current score now is:
Me: 6
Them: 0
Tie: 1
And this is the first guy I've gone against that was 2 weight divisions higher than me. I think we went for like 2 or 3 minutes tops. If it went to 5, somebody would've went to the hospital. Probably me, but hey, I'd rather have resolution than a break-up. So anyway, now I have to watch my back if I come around the tattoo parlor alone. Good times.
(and my cigarettes have never tasted better)
lyrics of the weekend:
HY-PO-CHON-DRI-AC
I'm back with a sore butt crack
I got rabies and scavies and hair on my back
Oh help me doctor I'm ailin, my heart is failin
I'm retainin water, start bailin me out, I think I might have gout
Whenever I eat, my teeth fall out my mouth
I need surgery, what, you don't believe me?
Give me an MRI, taste my pee
I'm physically sick, I'm not a lunatic
I almost died cause I popped a zit
And it kept bleedin, my hairline is recedin
And I'm allergic to all my greeting cards
Herpes GROWS in my backyard
I'm a dead man waitin to happen
I'm a dead man waitin to happen
(haud desiderium)
Today's Smell: day old ravioli
HATE SHAVING. WHY DO YOU BOTHER TO GROW BACK. FUCKING HELL.
The 4400 was shitloads better than I expected. Getting the season 1 dvd come next paycheck.
(See? Now you know why she's been up there the whole time)
Cus I only get the good shit.
Got into a fight friday night. Wish it was saturday night, otherwise my whole fuckin weekend wouldn't have been spent drinking and nursing wounds. This is the first time my head's bled from my scalp. Not quite sure how I feel about it. Not that my reputation, or self-esteem has been tarnished or something cus we were broken up. I've just never bled this much from a fight before. Unexpected, exhilarating, hoping I don't get a guy 200 motherfucking pounds heavier than me next time. But then you might say "where's the fun in that?" cus the current score now is:
Me: 6
Them: 0
Tie: 1
And this is the first guy I've gone against that was 2 weight divisions higher than me. I think we went for like 2 or 3 minutes tops. If it went to 5, somebody would've went to the hospital. Probably me, but hey, I'd rather have resolution than a break-up. So anyway, now I have to watch my back if I come around the tattoo parlor alone. Good times.
(and my cigarettes have never tasted better)
lyrics of the weekend:
HY-PO-CHON-DRI-AC
I'm back with a sore butt crack
I got rabies and scavies and hair on my back
Oh help me doctor I'm ailin, my heart is failin
I'm retainin water, start bailin me out, I think I might have gout
Whenever I eat, my teeth fall out my mouth
I need surgery, what, you don't believe me?
Give me an MRI, taste my pee
I'm physically sick, I'm not a lunatic
I almost died cause I popped a zit
And it kept bleedin, my hairline is recedin
And I'm allergic to all my greeting cards
Herpes GROWS in my backyard
I'm a dead man waitin to happen
I'm a dead man waitin to happen
(haud desiderium)
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
nucleardonkey:
That looks like an interesting premise for a TV show.
alyk:
I had a dream when I was a teenager that the cenobites lived in a bathtub in my bedroom...
