My Day Is a Day That I Will Forget One Day
I was trying to read this JD Salinger short story today; I was trying to be cultured, but my sister wanted to fuck. They fucked, her and her boyfriend, and I heard her gasping. It's depressing. I'm alone in my room all by myself trying to educate myself without anyone else around, but I hear this moaning and shit, which I usually don't care about cuz I often hear my neighbors upstairs in my apartment fucking or beating their kids, and I'm just fine with that, but this is my sister and she is a woman and a half and that is just too much woman for womanhood--plus, she is my sister so yucky yucky. I mean, at least someone is having a good time here, but I am trying to be a cultured fuck here--I was so proud of myself for actually sitting down and reading, first time all break, and then I get destricted and I have to turn my TV back on to drown out the moaning, and then I get up to play my bass because that is what I do when I hear them fucking. I play loudly and proudly. I hope they know what the fuck they are fucking doing. Sounds like it. So then tonight, when I'm feeling horny as a goose, I reflect back on my day and I think about the time I spent trying to culture myself and my erection gets confused sitting at the computer typing to a guy in Australia about how I'd like to cuddle. It's a nice thought. Or was it Ohio? I don't know. Do I care? Possible. One. Word. Sentences. Break. Up. The. Flow. Of. A. Piece. Of. Writing. Forgive any errrors I'm making, I doubt I will bother to proofread this. One day I'll look back on this cuz i'm a faggot and think that I am a faggot. I'd be right. It's only 2am, and i'm sure there will be a girls gone wild infomercial that i could masturbate to later. Cuz I don't have my laptop with my porn. Sadly. I have very little to look forward to, but I will be eating a fine meal tomorrow and then killing myself with the conversations I'll be half in because my dad's side of the family only occasionally cares about what I have to say. They watch rated R movies when the kids aren't around, I would have thought this to be blasphomus, but hey, whatever you gotta do to make jesus happy. Am I right? I'm in the mood to cuddle because I'm a faggot did I not mention this already? Allrighty. If I get addicted to alcohol--which I am not claiming to be under the influence of, this is mere insanity if not cocaine (merry christmas, kyle, you worked hard at this, telling your friends you lose at cards while you win and spend money on cokehahahah they'll never know!!@!!)--but if i were to because addicted to alcohol at a ratio of 2 to 3 of my addiction to gambling could it then be said that I've made a full house in my life? And the show Full House, starring Bob Saget, why did they not ever make a card joke? I mean they had a full house for serious, but I mean they never said something like "my girls are three of a kind!" or "i got da nutz!" or anything. Just something for you all to chew on during this festive holiday season.
And of course, Merry Fucking Osamas