Writing is basically being paid to make shit up? Fuck I wish I could do that.
Sometimes I think about all of the stupid people in the world... And how stupid they are and why I'm not super rich. Then I remember It's because I'm one of them.
And that is okay. Regretfully I will never be President... But thankfully for you guys, I will never be President. That shit looks hard. Especially the part where you have to eat sushi off naked ladies.
| If she's ticklish... Shits about to get messy up in this bitch. |
Dear World,
It has recently developed that I am in the market for a new roommate... The specifics as to why I need a new roommate are simple. I killed the last one for drinking my beer.
Now we have that out the way, let me tell you what you will be getting.
This majestic, 2 bedroom granny flat is situated in the lovely rolling hills of Westville. Atop a culdesac, with a guard always at his post near the entrance. Not always awake, but his snores are quite a deterrent believe me. The rent is incredibly low due to the pesky zombie infestation we have but fear not, the actual establishment also comes with a vicious attack hound trained and ready to viciously lick and love any unsuspecting intruder to the point of catatonicism. Her name is "Bear", her middle name is "The Destroyer", her last name is "Fluffykins".... I rest my case.
It's called "I'm not a very good emo"
Ooooooooooooooh....
I slit my wrists with a potato, because I'm not a very good emo.
My heart is black... Ok more navy blue because I'm not a very good emoooo.
I wrote a poem, turned into a haiku because I'm not a very good emo.
This song is bad, bad rhymes with dad and even he, was not a very good emoooo.
*bows*.... Thank you.
My Jack Russel could have one or more of these inside her... And stay with me here but, what in the fuckity fuck is it...
*13 minutes of google, 12 on pictures of boobs*