you know i'm not dead.
so, i've pretty much dropped out of the scene. hopefully, for good. not my kind of people, not my kind of conversation. i'd much rather spend my evenings at home, enjoying myself, than go out to a bar and pretend to care what people have to say to me. i am tired of discussing the following topics, so i'm explaining myself one last time. if you miss this, it's your own fault.
1. golden corral. i work at golden corral. it's an "eat-till-you-puke" sort of place. i work there because i make good money. i spend my days refilling the diet sodas of jackson county's obese population. constantly seeing these people teeter and hover all over the buffet on their dung-piles called legs leads me to my next topic...
2. my weight. i'm not doing any drugs other than marijuana. no diet pills, no meth, no coke. i'm not starving myself, nor am i vomitting up my food. i have not lost this weight in any way that is detrimental to my health. if you doubt any of this at all, remember that i am with zeb, and he would never allow me to do anything even remotely close to the aforementioned things. zeb is a sturdy, moral rock, and if you ever doubt my good judgement, be confident in his. [note: this does not apply to fashion. i am reminded of this because zeb is currently wearing a sleeveless hooded sweatshirt.]
3. going out. i don't like to go out anymore. we had a party here last friday. it was actually pretty great. there were lots of people here that i was actually interested in talking to! we listened to motown music and did a lot of stretching. the beer was plentiful and cold, and we didn't kick everyone out at 2AM. also, i didn't have to pay to get into my own house. sooooo, basically, if we used to hang out a lot at the bars, and you want to try to get me to go out "for old time's sake," or to "see everyone," fuck you. you're not going to see me much anymore unless you're my friend in real life. sorry!!! okay, i'm not that sorry. i have my own fun, and real friends.
and finally...
4. i'm so black, my pussy tastes like menthol.
ROCKTOBER!
1. golden corral. i work at golden corral. it's an "eat-till-you-puke" sort of place. i work there because i make good money. i spend my days refilling the diet sodas of jackson county's obese population. constantly seeing these people teeter and hover all over the buffet on their dung-piles called legs leads me to my next topic...
2. my weight. i'm not doing any drugs other than marijuana. no diet pills, no meth, no coke. i'm not starving myself, nor am i vomitting up my food. i have not lost this weight in any way that is detrimental to my health. if you doubt any of this at all, remember that i am with zeb, and he would never allow me to do anything even remotely close to the aforementioned things. zeb is a sturdy, moral rock, and if you ever doubt my good judgement, be confident in his. [note: this does not apply to fashion. i am reminded of this because zeb is currently wearing a sleeveless hooded sweatshirt.]
3. going out. i don't like to go out anymore. we had a party here last friday. it was actually pretty great. there were lots of people here that i was actually interested in talking to! we listened to motown music and did a lot of stretching. the beer was plentiful and cold, and we didn't kick everyone out at 2AM. also, i didn't have to pay to get into my own house. sooooo, basically, if we used to hang out a lot at the bars, and you want to try to get me to go out "for old time's sake," or to "see everyone," fuck you. you're not going to see me much anymore unless you're my friend in real life. sorry!!! okay, i'm not that sorry. i have my own fun, and real friends.
and finally...
4. i'm so black, my pussy tastes like menthol.
ROCKTOBER!