| Bope I don�t know what the fuck im gonna write except that im fucking drunk and don�t know what to write except despite my unique social intelligence I am still being influenced�right at this moment too�by a book I have been reading, The Dharma Bums, a great book believe you me. It�s about me. So what up nigger? Let me tell you, she un-blocked me from her list, Satan that is, and im going to try and change my nickname to something that she knows but wait I am currently writing in a voice that is not mine: it�s the voice of some loser with a high IQ�I aspire to that sun-of-a-bitch. I had the feeling that if I add her to my msn list, she will destroy me once again, and that is something I don�t want to be done onto my psychology for fucks sake you know what I mean gean? There is a part of me, the illogical drunk and free son of a bitch, that says just do it and whatever happens happens go with your goddamn emotions and that�s it but there is that other part of me�that fucking jiminy cricket�that keeps telling me not to do it�it didn�t want me to sign in that god damn son of a gun msn messenger thing so I am currently reporting to you, oh self, that it will be a bad idea to even think about adding to the fucking list�or having her add me through psycho-influence. Vanessa paid for me meal this evening. Adam came with his friend Giancarlo or whatever his name is maybe pat or something I don�t know and rob was the bastard that got me drunk in the first place let me tell you and I picture Daniella in suspenders and a straw hat and suspenders rolled up to the knee and she�s wearing a striped black and white cotton shirt with a cowboy hat and in her mouth there is a straw suspended like a cock on a man�s body all awkward and supposed to be on the leaves, not in her mouth. |
