bouncing ball losing momentum, a blowjob? no thanks i still crave another cuddle session first
one step closer to the end of the world. the one-two combo of corporate greed and organized religion apparently proved too much for reason, sanity and compassion.
it's a sad and shameful day to be an american.
-trent reznor
this was posted on the nine inch nails website the day after the election.
wow.
at work last night i was in a great mood. so great of a mood that the general manager said "damn did someone get laid over the weekend? because you sure are full of yourself" i laughed hysterically.
close but no "cigar" haha remember clinton and ... cigars....bah
never talk to anyone online. ever.
things just aren't the same when you're not face to face.
and there's this 17 year old girl obsessed with me. she doesn't work there but she's a friend of a person who works there.
i really don't know much of anything about her but it is nice to be looked at in that way for a change. instead of just being considered the weird person in the group who knows a lot about his music that we don't know but knows nothing about what we talk about. and the one who seperates himself from the crowd and whenever he drinks on an empty stomach gets pissed off about the fact that he is about to vomit because god knows that the average human is supposed to be glad that they expunging poisonous toxins from their body in a crude fashion. and one should be esctatic about the fact that the muscles you only use whilst vomiting will be sore for several days afterwards.
not that i'm bitching.
i was only bitching about my father. it was a scary wake up call for me. alchoholism runs in the family folks. and i hate that my dad only tells me that he loves me when he's drunk. and i hate that the only intimate moment i've had was in a drunken fury...
fuck
it's a sad and shameful day to be an american.
-trent reznor
this was posted on the nine inch nails website the day after the election.
wow.
at work last night i was in a great mood. so great of a mood that the general manager said "damn did someone get laid over the weekend? because you sure are full of yourself" i laughed hysterically.
close but no "cigar" haha remember clinton and ... cigars....bah
never talk to anyone online. ever.
things just aren't the same when you're not face to face.
and there's this 17 year old girl obsessed with me. she doesn't work there but she's a friend of a person who works there.
i really don't know much of anything about her but it is nice to be looked at in that way for a change. instead of just being considered the weird person in the group who knows a lot about his music that we don't know but knows nothing about what we talk about. and the one who seperates himself from the crowd and whenever he drinks on an empty stomach gets pissed off about the fact that he is about to vomit because god knows that the average human is supposed to be glad that they expunging poisonous toxins from their body in a crude fashion. and one should be esctatic about the fact that the muscles you only use whilst vomiting will be sore for several days afterwards.
not that i'm bitching.
i was only bitching about my father. it was a scary wake up call for me. alchoholism runs in the family folks. and i hate that my dad only tells me that he loves me when he's drunk. and i hate that the only intimate moment i've had was in a drunken fury...
fuck