Ah life. Don't you love the fact you get to wake up everyday and smell the morning air....or the dew....maybe the night time when it's got the cut grass fragrance all around you? A privileged to be out here and have a job and a social life and some meaning! It's a blessing I tell ya!
Sure it is. Like a late night lobotomy, performed with a rusty knitting needle and no anesthetic. Here drink this....ok pop this...smoke this...then all your dreams will come true! I'd prefer that to this life of entitlement and thin shaming, where body dis-morphia should be the least of our problems.
I think I may actually finally be hitting my mid life crisis. San's the nice stuff and sports car of course. I finally have regrets....well. One I can say is the straw that stabbed the camel in the eye after it broke his back. Brutal I tell ya...one sick straw. He's like Bane...funny voice and roid raged out....with a rusty bike chain and a little vial of cocaine.
Now I'm not here to tell you what the regret is...or why it probably stuck the rocket boots on my crisis of identity....note I did not say gender there...I identify as I am....Middle aged...or nearly so White Male...probably unstable...def not a good one to take home to mom if your just off to college.
But still. I know what I am...I know what I SHOULD do..and when I don't....well I just say ah. Fuck it. It's like if you do your fall into a trap...if you don't your a failure....if you don't and say you weren't good enough...you either really tried and found a new vocation *or shiny object* or you never put in the effort to say you couldn't do it in the first place.
I just can't say it matters.....though I'm sure to some it does. I guess I am getting tired of existing and having others believe the way I live is to add to their detriment or torment....if you know me...you know I don't give a fuck enough to add to anything for you. Gave that shit up a long time ago. I live a life that's buffering....and then all of a sudden it fast forwards and the shits there....but you know rewinding a live event is never the same as seeing it.
Guess I just needed to say all that...and nothing at all. I could really expose the world some more...and maybe I will one day but not right now...I gotta drink this jungle juice and sit in my dark room with three fans and some good ole internet porn.
What you don't have three fans? I'm sorry you feel they are too much. They are the only thing keeping me from going all super villain up in this bitch. Js.
Well, that and the mixed in jar pbnj. Where was that shit when I was a kid??! How can any man be evil when he created that....and sex robots...can't forget those either....check back in next time folks...maybe I will watch the news and have something to talk about.....or maybe I'll just put a picture of my dick up here...either way it's gonna be something your better off not seeing.
I think I may actually finally be hitting my mid life crisis. San's the nice stuff and sports car of course. I finally have regrets....well. One I can say is the straw that stabbed the camel in the eye after it broke his back. Brutal I tell ya...one sick straw. He's like Bane...funny voice and roid raged out....with a rusty bike chain and a little vial of cocaine.
Now I'm not here to tell you what the regret is...or why it probably stuck the rocket boots on my crisis of identity....note I did not say gender there...I identify as I am....Middle aged...or nearly so White Male...probably unstable...def not a good one to take home to mom if your just off to college.
But still. I know what I am...I know what I SHOULD do..and when I don't....well I just say ah. Fuck it. It's like if you do your fall into a trap...if you don't your a failure....if you don't and say you weren't good enough...you either really tried and found a new vocation *or shiny object* or you never put in the effort to say you couldn't do it in the first place.
I just can't say it matters.....though I'm sure to some it does. I guess I am getting tired of existing and having others believe the way I live is to add to their detriment or torment....if you know me...you know I don't give a fuck enough to add to anything for you. Gave that shit up a long time ago. I live a life that's buffering....and then all of a sudden it fast forwards and the shits there....but you know rewinding a live event is never the same as seeing it.
Guess I just needed to say all that...and nothing at all. I could really expose the world some more...and maybe I will one day but not right now...I gotta drink this jungle juice and sit in my dark room with three fans and some good ole internet porn.
What you don't have three fans? I'm sorry you feel they are too much. They are the only thing keeping me from going all super villain up in this bitch. Js.
Well, that and the mixed in jar pbnj. Where was that shit when I was a kid??! How can any man be evil when he created that....and sex robots...can't forget those either....check back in next time folks...maybe I will watch the news and have something to talk about.....or maybe I'll just put a picture of my dick up here...either way it's gonna be something your better off not seeing.
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