Taste This!!!
Not to be smug, but I get what I want. Truth be told, it's disgusting because normally I don't even like what I want. For instance, that summer where I thought it'd be cool to wear MC Hammer pants and did, I never got pushed into the Gordon park pool so many times in my goddamn life.
After barely studying for tests--because vodka cranberries are fun--I got what I wanted: a poignant reminder to remain on track. I swear I'm one of those people that need and electrocuting floor to make me walk in a straight line. Hmmm . . . didn't psychologists use Electro-shock therapy to "cure" "homosexuality." Anyway, I'm going home to study because really porn sites aren't going to look at themselves.
This past weekend was fucking great. To see Dustin Constino dance very badly with his girlfriend made me feel so much better about myself . . . and isn't that why we have friends, to feel good that we aren't like them? But then again, how do you know if you like yourself if other people don't say you're likeable?
I'm taking the sane route for this next romantic venture. Fuck the emotional mine-field, I'm playing some games . . . I really like pool. Pool is such a great game because you can hunch over it all ironically, and no one's the wiser, until the calculated subliminal carbomb goes off . . . and vodka does make evrything explosive. Look at Russia.
The key to fashion is this--and I get interviewed about the subject all the time--standing out, but fitting in. Oh, Ellen, I got sprayed in the eye with a produce hose. This is disgusting, taste this!!!
After barely studying for tests--because vodka cranberries are fun--I got what I wanted: a poignant reminder to remain on track. I swear I'm one of those people that need and electrocuting floor to make me walk in a straight line. Hmmm . . . didn't psychologists use Electro-shock therapy to "cure" "homosexuality." Anyway, I'm going home to study because really porn sites aren't going to look at themselves.
This past weekend was fucking great. To see Dustin Constino dance very badly with his girlfriend made me feel so much better about myself . . . and isn't that why we have friends, to feel good that we aren't like them? But then again, how do you know if you like yourself if other people don't say you're likeable?
I'm taking the sane route for this next romantic venture. Fuck the emotional mine-field, I'm playing some games . . . I really like pool. Pool is such a great game because you can hunch over it all ironically, and no one's the wiser, until the calculated subliminal carbomb goes off . . . and vodka does make evrything explosive. Look at Russia.
The key to fashion is this--and I get interviewed about the subject all the time--standing out, but fitting in. Oh, Ellen, I got sprayed in the eye with a produce hose. This is disgusting, taste this!!!