This is Horrible, but it's too late to turn back...
This is honestly an excerpt of my Speech notes for today, I got off topic and wrote this down:
Today in Speech Comm, I couldn't stop thinking about taking a shit inside this girl's backpack. It was sitting right in front of me; annoyingly purple, and unzipped with a WWJD bracelt on the strap. Her notebooks, papers and pens poking out of the top, just begging to be shit on. I laughed to myself about the audacity of my thoughts. And then I laughed out-loud as she reached into her bag and pulled out a granola bar. I wanted to have taken a shit on it; it's horrible I know but for some reason today it just seemed necessary. Then I imagined her carrying her bag around all day, smelling like a shit and not knowing why. I don't even know her name, but today it just makes sense.
post script: after I wrote this in my notebook today in class, I remembered that the girl with the backpack was the same one who rolled her eyes when my professor told us he was gay. I know it doesn't excuse these thoughts of mine, but it makes a little more sense.
Today in Speech Comm, I couldn't stop thinking about taking a shit inside this girl's backpack. It was sitting right in front of me; annoyingly purple, and unzipped with a WWJD bracelt on the strap. Her notebooks, papers and pens poking out of the top, just begging to be shit on. I laughed to myself about the audacity of my thoughts. And then I laughed out-loud as she reached into her bag and pulled out a granola bar. I wanted to have taken a shit on it; it's horrible I know but for some reason today it just seemed necessary. Then I imagined her carrying her bag around all day, smelling like a shit and not knowing why. I don't even know her name, but today it just makes sense.
post script: after I wrote this in my notebook today in class, I remembered that the girl with the backpack was the same one who rolled her eyes when my professor told us he was gay. I know it doesn't excuse these thoughts of mine, but it makes a little more sense.