the nature of rememberance
Dear Diary,
Today is yet another day of suspense. “ Suspense towards what?” one might ask. Well the truth of this tragic story is that Kelby Katz has not been home in almost two years and is about to re-experience this journey this Thanksgiving break. I’m quite aware of what lies ahead. I’m quite prepared for the worst. What might that be? Well, picture this: Glam-fuck: Oh my gosh Kelby, is that you? Kelby: uhhh…..erm…. yeah. Glam-fuck’s fuck-mate: You futile kenieving son of a bitch! I’m going to compensate for my flaws by beating the shit out of you. Kelby: I knew this would happen…. Glam-fuck: Go get him fuck-mate! Show him what it’s like to mess with a work of perfection. You have scarred my child-hood memories and triggered traumatizing episodes I’ve had with my father! Kelby: I’m speechless…. Glam-fuck’s fuck mate- You will be surely enough! Kelby: Look man, I don’t know what kind of bullshit you’ve been subscribing to but you really have no business trying to impress your purely cold and aesthetic wannabe model cum sac. Trust me, I’ve been there. There are better alternatives to satisfying your “god-like” penis. Glam-fuck’s fuck mate: *Testosterone rush* GAHHHH!! Glam-fuck: I’m so loving this attention right now! Kelby: I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this. Glam-fuck’s fuck mate: WHAT?! ME BEATINGTHE SHIT OUT OF YOU?! Kelby: No. You having to look like a worthless scumbag in front of your trophy bitch………
Anyways, enough of my baggage, I’m sure the internet doesn’t have enough bandwith to satisfy its mass. I’m done.