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if there was ever a day i thought of myself as an idiot, it is today
every morning before work i get hazelnut coffee at mickey dees. yes, im not proud of myself, but its cheap, tasty, and i swear theres drugs in this shit, im addicted. so yesterday, like everday, i drank all my coffee had a cigg, rinsed my cup and refilled with cold water. then i left work and put the cup in my bag, and of course it spilled all over my condoms and lube and pills and mints and clothes and wallet and book and bag itself. i was so mad.
so today i leave work making sure i DONT spill again, because it had never happened, and of course it did! and it happened when i wasnt paying attention. who would have known. all over my mail and keys and all this shit i carry in my bag; i swear im worse than a chick. AND MY iPHONE, AGAIN
sigh, so i have to put that shit back in a rice bowl so all the water is absorbed. the speaker isnt working, again. ugh, im such an idiot.
today i realized i dont like tomboys, and i know i dont like butch lesbians. i know its the faggot in me, but jeez, can you not always wear your hair in a fucking pony tail. you look like a dyke. and can you please walk with more grace. these chicks are manlier than i am. not that im very manly or anything. but still. i know i know im so gay blah.
when i was little living in houston we went to this party. and there was this man with a HUGE adams apple. i know it looked bigger too because he was super duper skinny. and then i went home and prayed to god i wouldnt have a nasty big ugly adams apple. well this is exactly why i dont believe in the mother fucker. he got it all wrong. i have a high pitched voice, people always call me madam over the phone, AND a nasty big ugly adams apple. wrong wrong wrong. its supposed to be a deep voice and NO adams apple.
my train of thought right now: im really girlie. like really girlie. gosh. i dont want to be this girlie. i cross my legs. high pitched voice. i have so many gay idiosyncrasies. not that theres anything wrong with it, but im too girlie. like i think thats the problem why im single, or guys dont approach me. im not a mans man. well i am, but, ugh, you know what i mean. i swear i figure this out every six months. i know ive had this talk with someone.
every morning before work i get hazelnut coffee at mickey dees. yes, im not proud of myself, but its cheap, tasty, and i swear theres drugs in this shit, im addicted. so yesterday, like everday, i drank all my coffee had a cigg, rinsed my cup and refilled with cold water. then i left work and put the cup in my bag, and of course it spilled all over my condoms and lube and pills and mints and clothes and wallet and book and bag itself. i was so mad.
so today i leave work making sure i DONT spill again, because it had never happened, and of course it did! and it happened when i wasnt paying attention. who would have known. all over my mail and keys and all this shit i carry in my bag; i swear im worse than a chick. AND MY iPHONE, AGAIN
sigh, so i have to put that shit back in a rice bowl so all the water is absorbed. the speaker isnt working, again. ugh, im such an idiot.
today i realized i dont like tomboys, and i know i dont like butch lesbians. i know its the faggot in me, but jeez, can you not always wear your hair in a fucking pony tail. you look like a dyke. and can you please walk with more grace. these chicks are manlier than i am. not that im very manly or anything. but still. i know i know im so gay blah.
when i was little living in houston we went to this party. and there was this man with a HUGE adams apple. i know it looked bigger too because he was super duper skinny. and then i went home and prayed to god i wouldnt have a nasty big ugly adams apple. well this is exactly why i dont believe in the mother fucker. he got it all wrong. i have a high pitched voice, people always call me madam over the phone, AND a nasty big ugly adams apple. wrong wrong wrong. its supposed to be a deep voice and NO adams apple.
my train of thought right now: im really girlie. like really girlie. gosh. i dont want to be this girlie. i cross my legs. high pitched voice. i have so many gay idiosyncrasies. not that theres anything wrong with it, but im too girlie. like i think thats the problem why im single, or guys dont approach me. im not a mans man. well i am, but, ugh, you know what i mean. i swear i figure this out every six months. i know ive had this talk with someone.