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here i go
and i mean i'm really going this time. i haven't spoken the voluptuous word in contempt in ages.
i'm grinding teeth for my vocabulary fix.
let's call this one.
the potatoes, are to dry.
i really hate the sound of eating, but being wretched as i am
i love to do it loudly in the company of myself.
maybe it's to relieve tension in a more positive manner rather then a provoking one.
instead of beating the living shit out of someone
i chew loudly.
simple as that.
by the way in case you weren't wondering this is my fifth meal of just mashed potatoes this week.
i'm a heinously picky eater. if i am not in the mood for something my stomach will physically make me sick if i try to eat it.
stomach, you can be a real cunt sometimes. but it's okay as one of my organs, i forgive you.
now that my stomach is settled let's begin with things
i would like
to banter about.
i would like to discuss what makes me absolutely livid.
boys
to be more specific
boy i like
to be even more specific
boy i will never have a chance with which is while i'll be single forever.
now don't get your panties twisted into oblivion just yet, because i'm not here to rant about it. in fact,
i'm used to it.
that's what makes me different from you, we care for a variety and rather vast assortment of different reasons.
most people will cry to the heavens and force heaven to focus in on their little bubble, their tiny world of microscopic problems. when i talk about my loneliness, it's usually in a quite perfervid way. the world isn't as big as your head
in fact the last time i check the earth's mass was 5.9736×1024 KG
now unless you're going to try and convince me you're head is the earth and i'm walking around on green hair and a dusty scalp
i'm not interested.
i couldn't even try to gesticulate my feelings to you - the reader - at this time,
partly because it would just make me look foolish and mostly because no one can see me here anyhow.
on to the real point which i will gesticulate in an illusionary sense.
i hate when people complain about being single.
i'm pretty positive that more then half the world is single
and there will be many
that die that way.
upset you?
it's a fact.
check some statistics i'm sure they'll soothe your questionable mind.
especially what rattles my bucket, urks my chain, launches my rocket etc is when they don't deserve to be single, but that's obvious to everyone and people know they deserve someone but they'll talk about the problem anyways. i've done it a few times in the past but i realize how stupid i sound because it won't change the fact that there's no one there to step up and take the space.
also
as most of you either know or have guessed by reading previous junctures of mine that i am an extremely jealous person.
i get hateful
and raging against people.
that's how i've gotten to this point today.
it's enjoyable
mischief managed.
perhaps i'll talk about something else,
something not as droll that won't loom about you making you think.
my potatoes are cold.
and more importantly
that is what he said.
roll on and roll out.
this is going in my livejournal
the link is on my page for people who have one.
i'm in
and i'm out.
not the burger.
out and over under and out world.
and i mean i'm really going this time. i haven't spoken the voluptuous word in contempt in ages.
i'm grinding teeth for my vocabulary fix.
let's call this one.
the potatoes, are to dry.
i really hate the sound of eating, but being wretched as i am
i love to do it loudly in the company of myself.
maybe it's to relieve tension in a more positive manner rather then a provoking one.
instead of beating the living shit out of someone
i chew loudly.
simple as that.
by the way in case you weren't wondering this is my fifth meal of just mashed potatoes this week.
i'm a heinously picky eater. if i am not in the mood for something my stomach will physically make me sick if i try to eat it.
stomach, you can be a real cunt sometimes. but it's okay as one of my organs, i forgive you.
now that my stomach is settled let's begin with things
i would like
to banter about.
i would like to discuss what makes me absolutely livid.
boys
to be more specific
boy i like
to be even more specific
boy i will never have a chance with which is while i'll be single forever.
now don't get your panties twisted into oblivion just yet, because i'm not here to rant about it. in fact,
i'm used to it.
that's what makes me different from you, we care for a variety and rather vast assortment of different reasons.
most people will cry to the heavens and force heaven to focus in on their little bubble, their tiny world of microscopic problems. when i talk about my loneliness, it's usually in a quite perfervid way. the world isn't as big as your head
in fact the last time i check the earth's mass was 5.9736×1024 KG
now unless you're going to try and convince me you're head is the earth and i'm walking around on green hair and a dusty scalp
i'm not interested.
i couldn't even try to gesticulate my feelings to you - the reader - at this time,
partly because it would just make me look foolish and mostly because no one can see me here anyhow.
on to the real point which i will gesticulate in an illusionary sense.
i hate when people complain about being single.
i'm pretty positive that more then half the world is single
and there will be many
that die that way.
upset you?
it's a fact.
check some statistics i'm sure they'll soothe your questionable mind.
especially what rattles my bucket, urks my chain, launches my rocket etc is when they don't deserve to be single, but that's obvious to everyone and people know they deserve someone but they'll talk about the problem anyways. i've done it a few times in the past but i realize how stupid i sound because it won't change the fact that there's no one there to step up and take the space.
also
as most of you either know or have guessed by reading previous junctures of mine that i am an extremely jealous person.
i get hateful
and raging against people.
that's how i've gotten to this point today.
it's enjoyable
mischief managed.
perhaps i'll talk about something else,
something not as droll that won't loom about you making you think.
my potatoes are cold.
and more importantly
that is what he said.
roll on and roll out.
this is going in my livejournal
the link is on my page for people who have one.
i'm in
and i'm out.
not the burger.
out and over under and out world.