TWO-PART PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

MAKING OUT WITH SOMEONE OF THE SAME SEX DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME ON A PERSONAL LEVEL, BUT IF OTHER PEOPLE ENJOY IT AND IT'S NOT HURTING ME DIRECTLY, THEN GOOD FOR THEM. ISN'T NOT HATING SOMETHING JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND IT ONE OF THOSE SKILLS YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LEARN WHEN YOU BECOME A RESPONSIBLE ADULT? I THOUGHT SO.

ALSO, WELCOME BACK, BLOG, IT'S BEEN AWHILE.

re: your need to poop.

DEAR MEN,

WHEN YOU ENTER THE BATHROOM AND SEE THAT ALL THE STALLS ARE ALREADY OCCUPIED, YOU DO NOT NEED TO "WASH YOUR HANDS" METICULOUSLY BEFORE LEAVING. IT'S OBVIOUS THAT YOU WANTED TO POOP AND ONLY AFTER ENTERING THE BATHROOM DID YOU REALIZE THAT THERE WAS NO POOPING VENUE AVAILABLE. AND THAT'S FINE. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME.

i'm writing a lot of diss stuff right now, so no time for real posts.



lol, pooping.

big red and big blue ARE THE SAME THING

i'm looking at you, valhalla

if you're in a "dance club" and you ask the DJ to play some new order and they say "who?", it's not actually a dance club.

my blog has body-image issues.

i am a fan of a place called burgerville

seriously, i am.

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...the kind men and women at Neurotico-Ulcerous-Nail-Biting Worrytron and Clingerton Emotional Insecurity Technologies. and the letter 7.

i love amelie gillette

that is all.