4 foot skank on your air mattress wet stain
sleak leather lowriders
so much ankle you'll lose your shit
5 foot 8 skank on your air mattress wet stain
you can slap me around if that's your bit
I won't wear any socks you'll fucking lose your shit
your place I'll call before
I'll click my heels you ll hear me outside your door
I can hear you breathe okay I want more
You're my 5 foot skank on the kitchen floor
hot dad and teen linolium cream
and I'll expose so much ankle you'll lose your fucking shit
we're riding on the kitchen island,
i'm gilligan in pumps and you're skipper
you're latex on linolium and I'm leather snappin wood
I'm teen bitch
an' I'm fucking up your hood
yah I'm leather snappin' wood
i haven't got laid in 10 billion years
i'm a prehistoric slut with cum in my ears
i wanna take a man and cut him to his knees
he can bite my hairy cunt
and eat my sweaty cheese
I think I'm in the swimming pool I think I'm on the lawn
I think I'm in car I think I hit a fawn
I'm a ten billion yr old cunt my dick's been fossilized
time gave me a wound and I bled red iodine
time gave me a wound and I'm dead before I realized
I hit my fuckin head
I hit my fuckin head
how to fuck how to fuck how to fuck
how to fuck how to fuck how to fuck how to fuck
this cube is giving me a rash
a fat rash inside my face up in my brain
i wanna shit carrots for days
and go swimming in a public pool
i wanna pinch my skin and go "woo ooh" \
and giggle like I'm in an inflatable chair,
I want beach furniture but I tihnk the bbq's alreadyover
omg i cannot
omg i cannot wait to get the ufck outtt
omg i cannot
i cannot like wait to get the fuck out
The pulsing of the alert message when I save the shared excel file at work is really sexual to me. It's like the same rhythm my prostate pulses when I get a good thing going. Need bigger toys.
I'M ALMOST OUT OF OTTAWA!
ONLY A FEW MORE DAYS!
MOVING TO THE MILE END.
I WANT TO SWIM, I WANT TO MAKE OUT, I WANT TO GO SWIMMING AND MAKE OUT IN A POOL.
my god do I ever not give a shit about this job.
.Nice working environment
.boring/unstimulating job (but what else is new)
.capoeira class ending anyway
.feeling of punishing myself/vague sense of responsibility
I'D ONLY STAY HERE FOR MONEY.
Gonna send the email now. I don't regret taking this opportunity at all. I only regret not getting involved in something sooner so I could stave off the boredom/loneliness.
BUT IT'S TOO LATE! AND I WANT TO HAVE A FUN AUGUST.
LIVE N LEARN, I guess. But this time I'm bailin'.
.kinda had a lil breakdown on friday
.made flip decision to quit my job
.moving back to mtl
.fuck (my life in) ottawa
.renting expensive loft in the fuckin downtown for 350 (maybe)
.excited to have a life again, excited to have fun
.remembering happiness > money
.making big(ish) decisions in a semi-spontaneous way feels REALLY GOOD.
so like yesterday my manager was all like, you're fucking the dog, stop it.
and liek today he took me into his office and said everything was OK, as in, I'm OK I'm no longer fucking the dog.
Normally I don't react well to managers or accept praise or criticism but in this case I'm kind of excited that I met someone's expectations. I kind of like being managed, maybe.
Maybe I just like challenges.
I had hummus today and one of the pita crisps was caught in my throat and then I had to hound the waitress down to get a god damn glass of water to wash it down and damn,
poor service. Never going to go to Cottage and Kitchen again.
It was a celebration lunch because one of the dept's projects had been recently completed/submitted.
Only a month and half more of this place! I'm so excited for this summer to be over.
.failed to get laid last night, guy didn't make it to the door
.need to start attempting mansex irl.
.what is friend?
.did zombie groceries and ended up with the most useless food
.verbal skills in near disrepair
.trying to read "Kiss of the Spider Woman" and failing
.bike still broken
.knee still fucked
.in a constant state of inertia with a tight little grimace on my face
.i went to preschool, I should have more social skills than this