IT'S ALL DARKNESS AND LOLLERCAUSTS FOREVER
It's been some interesting times since, well, since last time.
Back in school and victim again to the routine. Not senseless drudgery yet, but that's for midsemester. Then again, there's only 16 weeks of this, much less than the full 36-odd weeks of high school. College is a whole lot better. I mean, damn, I don't even have to be here on Tuesdays and Thursdays until 11:10, and then it's only until noon. MWF, it's from 9 until 1. Summer school was a lot like this. I really liked summer school.
I have moved beyond crushing on a girl named Alicia, who I met in Seattle. We both really like one another. "Like" as in that stage right after "crush", not as in "I really like lasagna, because lasagna is tasty." More like "I really like her, because she is wonderful." THAT kind of like. So now I have a prom date. I am glee!
Speaking of glee, let me tell you a story about a bowel movement I had yesterday.
So I've been eating a lot of cheese lately, because it's one of the only decent foods left in the house. Either in a quesadilla, or just straight from the bag, cheese cheese cheese. Well, for those of you who don't know, cheese backs you up. Like, bad. Worse than fruit (which I've also been eating and drinking a lot). So yesterday I get home from classes and I have to take a shit.
I head on into the bathroom and get ready for a struggle, because I KNOW what cheese and fruit does to you. Only a tiny bit came out. I was, of course, shocked and disappointed. What the fuck was THIS, I wondered. Of course I could still feel my bowels, they were full, I definitely had to shit, but NOTHING was happening.
So I sat and sat, waited and waited, strained every now and then. But nothing. So I made a bold move; I stood up and tried jumping up and down, trying to loosen that blockage up. This worked unintentionally all those times I had to go and I was walking home from the bus stop, back when I lived in Montara. It was practically liquid then. So anyway, I tried this and it STILL didn't work.
So I sat and kicked off my shoes and waited. And suddenly, like a flash, I felt this INCREDBILE STRAIN down there that took me unawares. I had to remember to breathe it was so hardcore. It felt like I was passing a fucking football or something. So after this ordeal (I had to sit and rest for a moment) I stood up and looked at what felt like a monster.
And it was indeed a monster. About 8 inches in length, almost as big around as a can of soda, and solid like a rock.
And I thought: Wow, so THAT'S what being fucked in the ass must feel like.
The end.
Love and peace'z,
Crackmonkey
Back in school and victim again to the routine. Not senseless drudgery yet, but that's for midsemester. Then again, there's only 16 weeks of this, much less than the full 36-odd weeks of high school. College is a whole lot better. I mean, damn, I don't even have to be here on Tuesdays and Thursdays until 11:10, and then it's only until noon. MWF, it's from 9 until 1. Summer school was a lot like this. I really liked summer school.
I have moved beyond crushing on a girl named Alicia, who I met in Seattle. We both really like one another. "Like" as in that stage right after "crush", not as in "I really like lasagna, because lasagna is tasty." More like "I really like her, because she is wonderful." THAT kind of like. So now I have a prom date. I am glee!
Speaking of glee, let me tell you a story about a bowel movement I had yesterday.
So I've been eating a lot of cheese lately, because it's one of the only decent foods left in the house. Either in a quesadilla, or just straight from the bag, cheese cheese cheese. Well, for those of you who don't know, cheese backs you up. Like, bad. Worse than fruit (which I've also been eating and drinking a lot). So yesterday I get home from classes and I have to take a shit.
I head on into the bathroom and get ready for a struggle, because I KNOW what cheese and fruit does to you. Only a tiny bit came out. I was, of course, shocked and disappointed. What the fuck was THIS, I wondered. Of course I could still feel my bowels, they were full, I definitely had to shit, but NOTHING was happening.
So I sat and sat, waited and waited, strained every now and then. But nothing. So I made a bold move; I stood up and tried jumping up and down, trying to loosen that blockage up. This worked unintentionally all those times I had to go and I was walking home from the bus stop, back when I lived in Montara. It was practically liquid then. So anyway, I tried this and it STILL didn't work.
So I sat and kicked off my shoes and waited. And suddenly, like a flash, I felt this INCREDBILE STRAIN down there that took me unawares. I had to remember to breathe it was so hardcore. It felt like I was passing a fucking football or something. So after this ordeal (I had to sit and rest for a moment) I stood up and looked at what felt like a monster.
And it was indeed a monster. About 8 inches in length, almost as big around as a can of soda, and solid like a rock.
And I thought: Wow, so THAT'S what being fucked in the ass must feel like.
The end.
Love and peace'z,
Crackmonkey