pure smut, horrid and ugh
so i have these recurring daynightmares where i've got aids and i've given it to everyone i've ever loved. it comes when i'm walking between classes usually. matt stewart gets angry at me when i say things like "she was so gross you could get aids from touching her" because he's treated aids patients and you don't get it so easy blah blah. and scots-irish alan told me the same thing, but he's a fucking vet and he was drinking his british beer and lambasting my americanness (so i'm inclined to disregard his opinion). what these people don't understand is that i fucking bite my cuticles and i'm almost constantly bleeding and exposed to all sorts of worldly evils. for fuck's sake, as if that weren't enough:
I SAT ON A TOILET AND IT FUCKING CUT MY ASS OPEN
i stood up and their was blood on the seat. the fucking seat had a crack in it that pinched my ass open. fortunately this toilet was in a fancy theatre in galway during the film festival, so i'm thinking their were only clean asses on it before mine. in any case, jesus fuck. oh right so i always have these weird fantasies that certain people in my life don't actually go to school.
I SAT ON A TOILET AND IT FUCKING CUT MY ASS OPEN
i stood up and their was blood on the seat. the fucking seat had a crack in it that pinched my ass open. fortunately this toilet was in a fancy theatre in galway during the film festival, so i'm thinking their were only clean asses on it before mine. in any case, jesus fuck. oh right so i always have these weird fantasies that certain people in my life don't actually go to school.