I know I got to be right now, cause I can't get much wronger.
Well, hot damn. There's a musical conspiracy. The powers that be have been reading my posts and *ABSOLUTELY RUINING* songs I enjoy. It's not even a song, Kanye. It's the fetid remains of music with a slang narrative. I like to put lyrics from the song of the moment in the subject of my posts. It was hard to choose today. Alternatives were: "Do anybody make real shit anymore?", "You can be my black Kate Moss tonight", "There's a thousand you's there's only one of me", "Well I'd do anything for a blonde dyke". Start singing or chew a bullet you talentless hack.
Other things that have been annoying me:
* Young girls who smell like they're wearing their mother's perfume.
* Older women who smell like they're using their daughter's perfume.
* Morons who throw lit cigarettes into ash trays and ignite all the other dregs.
* Morons who throw lit cigarettes into bins igniting all rubbish within.
* Dimples on the small of the back.
* Overly affectionate people that do the kiss-hello the first time you meet them.
* Everyone incapable of approaching problems head on.
It's only when someone touches me that I realise just how much muscular pain I have, always. Massage leaves me in a state of euphoria. Smile and nod.
The rain has brought the snails out of hiding. The crunch of the shell underfoot is deeply satisfying. Everytime there's a small amount of resistance followed by a squish, I smile. Transference at its best.
My laser eye surgery has left me with absolutely perfect vision. I still have rubber plugs in my tear ducts. I should probably have those removed. When I was ten I always imagined that life's problems could be solved with lasers. Now it's a reality.
Definitely just sex. Obsessive compulsive heart breaker. Dawww. I think we've all been there.
On a lighter note: Cheer up, sweetheart. Nobody thinks Creutzfeldt-Jacob disease is sexy.
Update: Link changed.
Other things that have been annoying me:
* Young girls who smell like they're wearing their mother's perfume.
* Older women who smell like they're using their daughter's perfume.
* Morons who throw lit cigarettes into ash trays and ignite all the other dregs.
* Morons who throw lit cigarettes into bins igniting all rubbish within.
* Dimples on the small of the back.
* Overly affectionate people that do the kiss-hello the first time you meet them.
* Everyone incapable of approaching problems head on.
It's only when someone touches me that I realise just how much muscular pain I have, always. Massage leaves me in a state of euphoria. Smile and nod.
The rain has brought the snails out of hiding. The crunch of the shell underfoot is deeply satisfying. Everytime there's a small amount of resistance followed by a squish, I smile. Transference at its best.
My laser eye surgery has left me with absolutely perfect vision. I still have rubber plugs in my tear ducts. I should probably have those removed. When I was ten I always imagined that life's problems could be solved with lasers. Now it's a reality.
Definitely just sex. Obsessive compulsive heart breaker. Dawww. I think we've all been there.
On a lighter note: Cheer up, sweetheart. Nobody thinks Creutzfeldt-Jacob disease is sexy.
Update: Link changed.