My favorite sex offender
My favorite sex offender
or,
My new hobby
Here is my favorite sex offender in Royal Oak, Michigan:
Yes, yes, this gem of a sex offender is acting like he's getting a Glamor Shot taken. I can't imagine anybody looking so damn proud, knowing where this photograph would be used.
There is a registered sex offender who lives in my apartment complex. A guy I see all of the time at the Y is on the list. Amazing. As you can tell, checking the sex offender registries is my new hobby.
Kittens in repose.
Kittens being fatasses.
Ameer begging.
I went to Mohamed's house today, which, not surprisingly, is in Dearborn. Even though it was Saturday, the traffic was ridiculous on the way there because of construction on 94. It took nearly an hour. I was fed Arabic food, given tea by his moms, introduced to his brothers, a cousin, and all these other folk. Life is so different there. It really was like being in the Arab world-not just because it was mainly Arabic people, but just because of the way that people conducted themselves in general. Not bad, not good, just different. I am still having a hard time with someone being nice to me and actually saying "Call me tomorrow" and things like that. I'm not used to it.
That reminds me, Jeffrey called me tonight. I listened to the voicemail and surprise! he wanted something from me. His buddy from downriver was here, so he wanted me to go work at his store (knowing I never accept money from him) so he could go out drinking earlier than usual. Fuck off. At least call me once in a while without asking for anything so it's not so obvious when you are taking advantage of me.
or,
My new hobby
Here is my favorite sex offender in Royal Oak, Michigan:
Yes, yes, this gem of a sex offender is acting like he's getting a Glamor Shot taken. I can't imagine anybody looking so damn proud, knowing where this photograph would be used.
There is a registered sex offender who lives in my apartment complex. A guy I see all of the time at the Y is on the list. Amazing. As you can tell, checking the sex offender registries is my new hobby.
Kittens in repose.
Kittens being fatasses.
Ameer begging.
I went to Mohamed's house today, which, not surprisingly, is in Dearborn. Even though it was Saturday, the traffic was ridiculous on the way there because of construction on 94. It took nearly an hour. I was fed Arabic food, given tea by his moms, introduced to his brothers, a cousin, and all these other folk. Life is so different there. It really was like being in the Arab world-not just because it was mainly Arabic people, but just because of the way that people conducted themselves in general. Not bad, not good, just different. I am still having a hard time with someone being nice to me and actually saying "Call me tomorrow" and things like that. I'm not used to it.
That reminds me, Jeffrey called me tonight. I listened to the voicemail and surprise! he wanted something from me. His buddy from downriver was here, so he wanted me to go work at his store (knowing I never accept money from him) so he could go out drinking earlier than usual. Fuck off. At least call me once in a while without asking for anything so it's not so obvious when you are taking advantage of me.