An Ode To Nobody..
Blah blah blah fuckity blah. I feel obligated to post something, but if I do, it's just gonna be more whiney crap about divorce and blah blah blah, so I'm just gonna settle for stupid, drunken rambling.
I'm super hungry right now, by the way, so donations are to be appreciated.
So that car I won... yeah, fuck it. I can't afford insurance on it. So I can't even have it. Fuck that. Fuck it all. Blah.
And I might be selling the house too. There go my "Eliot and I are gonna be roomies" awesome plan. Again, fuck it.
Um, what else? I've been having killer cravings for zuppa tuscano from Olive Garden lately. I've had it like every other night. In fact, I might see how late they're open and if I can get some now. That would rock!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, later.
I'm super hungry right now, by the way, so donations are to be appreciated.
So that car I won... yeah, fuck it. I can't afford insurance on it. So I can't even have it. Fuck that. Fuck it all. Blah.
And I might be selling the house too. There go my "Eliot and I are gonna be roomies" awesome plan. Again, fuck it.
Um, what else? I've been having killer cravings for zuppa tuscano from Olive Garden lately. I've had it like every other night. In fact, I might see how late they're open and if I can get some now. That would rock!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, later.