Posted inIn My Head
Still Smaller
I want my house to vomit its insides out like a fucking sea cucumber and maybe then I could actually get out of here.
Posted inLife in General Work
There isn’t a strap big enough to hold my life together.
There was a bunny in the yard, Shawshank wants me to rename Cunty McFuckass to "Bollywood", and I got drunk last night, but none of that is mentioned in this post.
Posted inLife in General Work
Rob Lowe has a very punchable face.
Extra shift with a terrible pharmacist, but I might buy some booze!