Yes.
Annoyed with life. Things like life, like batteries and showering. I dont like showering. I dont like things that require batteries. They are limited and you can be damned sure that one day that shit is just going to let you down. Solar power! Gnome liberation!
My life is out of batteries and has been, id say, for about 5 years. Not that my problems are really unfixable. But, like, the store is at least 50 miles away. (oh yeah, ima beat this analogy right into the ground, folks). Anyway, so on, so on, batteries, life, etc. I'm going to just say im beyond repair because its easier that way. And, you will feel sorry for me that way, possibly bring me chicken soup and things while I half-ass my life away. If I can just cheat my way to the end of it using charm and every other unfair method that will surely make things 10 times harder in the end, I think ill be okay. Or I like to think that I think things will be okay.
I want a yeast infection from fucking sand in my vag, not your dirty fingers. I want to eat mcdonalds all the time because I like to say I hate it when I fucking love it. Mcdonalds is delicious. I want to shoot anyone in the face that says Mcdonalds is just "so icky icky." No, its good, shut up, you could totally down 6 cheeseburgers in a half an hour and you know it. Yeah, im a vegan. And, I want a fucking cheeseburger from mcdonalds with fucking heap of fries and maybe even those cookies or that pie that no one gets. And, then im going to go eat some twinkies and all of that chocolate covered little debbie crap that everyone says is gross, but I bet is pretty good.
Then I will sit and laugh and rub my stomach and my vagina from my yeast infection, because of the sand and the bathing suit all day thing, ill listen to some pop music and fart on all of your philosophy books and body jewelry and thrift store shirts and stupid ugly ugly shoes and foreign films and over stylized hair.
My life is out of batteries and has been, id say, for about 5 years. Not that my problems are really unfixable. But, like, the store is at least 50 miles away. (oh yeah, ima beat this analogy right into the ground, folks). Anyway, so on, so on, batteries, life, etc. I'm going to just say im beyond repair because its easier that way. And, you will feel sorry for me that way, possibly bring me chicken soup and things while I half-ass my life away. If I can just cheat my way to the end of it using charm and every other unfair method that will surely make things 10 times harder in the end, I think ill be okay. Or I like to think that I think things will be okay.
I want a yeast infection from fucking sand in my vag, not your dirty fingers. I want to eat mcdonalds all the time because I like to say I hate it when I fucking love it. Mcdonalds is delicious. I want to shoot anyone in the face that says Mcdonalds is just "so icky icky." No, its good, shut up, you could totally down 6 cheeseburgers in a half an hour and you know it. Yeah, im a vegan. And, I want a fucking cheeseburger from mcdonalds with fucking heap of fries and maybe even those cookies or that pie that no one gets. And, then im going to go eat some twinkies and all of that chocolate covered little debbie crap that everyone says is gross, but I bet is pretty good.
Then I will sit and laugh and rub my stomach and my vagina from my yeast infection, because of the sand and the bathing suit all day thing, ill listen to some pop music and fart on all of your philosophy books and body jewelry and thrift store shirts and stupid ugly ugly shoes and foreign films and over stylized hair.