I take a shit in this world.
I see reality, I make the best of it.
Our garden always looks so lovely after a rain. (:
You think Gucci Mane would want your mini-WASP ass to be bumpin his shit? Knowing every single word and saying them all?
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I don’t.
And it really does make me wish I was dead.
Also, did Ryan Gosling really die??
Welp, it’s just me, my snake, and the sound of the fan.
I can’t sleep but FIFA is pissing me off so motherfuckingdjwoakwendkxosk a ah goddamit I loathe the com whose players can do completely impossible defensive moves. My question is this, what are the fucking controls for all the crazy, seriously, no exaggeration-impossible shit the computer does so I can fuck their players up the ass as hard as they’re fucking my first place title?! Hmmmmmm???
I’d also like to mention that I’ve been watching too much Oz lately. Violent homoerotic prison series from the late 90’s woohoo! It’s actually awesome as fuck. Shane and I have watched three seasons in just as many days (…three).
I spend an increasing amount of time feeling like shit for the way I used to feel about life. For me, the best thing I could do would be to tuck my tale, apologize to the people I’ve hurt, and move on. If only I weren’t such a puss.
Will I ever stop feeling bad about every minuscule thing I’ve done wrong?