I'm not in the habit of conducting business in my bedroom

Aug 06, 2006 15:59

Shit face cocksucker motherfucking asshole son of a bitch!
Scumsucking motherfucking whore!
Cock! Cock! Cock! Grandma! Cock!
Shit ass motherfuckering asshole and balls!
Pussy pigfucker!
Fuck you, you car wash cunt!
Boobs? Douchebag? French Rimjob?
Boy cock, girl cock, E-I-E-I-O.
I lost my cell phone.

Sometimes I honestly feel way creepier than I probably sound. That does not, however, deter me from being neurotic and convincing myself that I am a huge source of problems and/or discomfort in other people's lives. Whatever, call me self involved.

Why am I so alienated from the people that I'm suppose to share a support system with?

Friday was very liberating. It was mainly spent on a roof with my dear friend kate. later in an alley some jerks threw platic cups at us and kate launched a wine bottle at them. The bottle broke at their feet and they ran away. Pussies.

Recently I discovered the coolest place in Windsor. It is an abandoned whorehouse. A bum told me I could rent a room the for $5 a night.

I have a crush on a girl with a shaved head. One day she'll love me. i promise.

Jenny. I miss you. Girl.

Celibacy is overrated.






























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