everything i'm not
in my last post i said "22- eight years removed from 16." sorry for the faulty math. that's why i got fired from teaching sats, lack of math skills. fuck that though i taught kids with no remedial reading skills to read. i'm about as bitter about that as i am about the third grade spelling bee cheater. but i digress.
digression. i love words.
'i could make an epic mixtape
if i ever escape
this place in my brain
that says
get a fix, great
job
i never flipped weight
but i blew **** off a big plate
and made you take my (expletives deleted)
addiction seems to dictate
my sick fate
i've been late
never able to anticipate....."
opening verse of the mixtape i'm working on.
watched judge judy today. fruitypants was suing ugly bitch because she keyed his car and threatened to kill his kittens. classic. who could kill a kitten? not i. pure evil, kittenkillers, pure evil.
spellcheck underlines fruitypants but not kittenkillers. i hate spellcheck.
victoria's secret smells like angel farts. in a good way.
so amazing.
lezbot love/hate. again with the spellcheck, lezbot is not a work. mixtape is though. hmm.
i'm a brooding rugged sexyhairy mystery.
bwahhhhh
never not stay high. i want for weed.
i love/hate spooning. i want to be a small spoon:(
oh em gee i need ass.
i like big noses. is that weird?
me and mel are married.
cat vagina = pussypussy.
iud. sis. stay in school. cuz its the best. forgot about peaches until just now.
i hope/hope not subbing tomorrow. i'll be a hot mess if so. oh well.