"Oh goodness," I say, slamming on my brakes, sending no less than 150 cds, a dozen crusty coffee mugs, and a mini-bat flying through my windshield at 70mph, depressurizing the cabin, popping my eardrums, clearing my sinuses, finding my male g spot, and killing me instantly.
constantly thirty minutes late to work because it takes me half an hour to clean the lipstick that spells " W H O R E " off my bathroom mirror every morning
in the hallway between classes, books and papers in my arms. you watch me try to push up my glasses, dropping *everything*. "my studies!" i gleek, dropping on all fours in front of you. you see my sweater-vest rise up my back, revealing my whale-tail and butterfly tramp-stamp…
(coloring in a poorly drawn circle) yeah. little alien planet there. let's give this bad boy a ring (getting to where the ring goes behind the planet and stopping) ah that's right. i can't draw back there. should have done the ring first. unless (flipping the paper over, staring)
Girl I invited over: I saw this video that said Bourdain broke how a generation of men eat 😂 Factsssss lol
Me: (texting Vietnamese guy i hired to surprise her with a traditional pho dinner) Stay In The Cave
white collar job Marine bio: Devil Dog. The bad lieutenant that your imam warned you about. Infidel. Son of a bitch with a mean strike a mile wide, and a trigger thinner than a cunt hair. DON’T push me
Marine who killed people’s bio: I hate Thandos from The Adventures