Aug 18, 2009 22:38
I'm no poet laureate by a long shot but for fuck's sake, that's some unbearable word trash. Any more of that tripe besides the curse's typical twenty four hours and I would have been indiscriminately homicidal. You think I'm joking. That's funny.
Who the hell writes poetry for pleasure without trying to get into someone's pants? Or try and make yourself look smarter than you are? In case you didn't notice, I'm not much of a fan of the new bull. Go figure.
Filtered from That Fucking Bitch Cindy//Unhackable;
I tried to get a roommate some time ago. I've given it more thought. What the hell do I have to lose? More sanity?
Do You Need a Roommate? (If the answer is no, you're wasting both of our time.)
Name:
Gender:
Sexual Preference:
Occupation/Employment:
Smoker:
Pets:
Your Feelings on Violence:
Brief Self Description:
Your Fish Caretaking Skills:
post curse,
hateful bitch,
despite all my rage,
do not want,
alone