THIS IS A TRAVESTY

http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/2V9EFUX8J5P1I

so people who make amazon wishlists are pretty much indirect prostitutes, but i made one anyway.

it has a lot of food and books on it.

and region 1 DVDs which i can force to play.

http://iwontallowit.tumblr.com/

i reset my password, and i am also a failure as a human being.

also, bank fees are the bane of my existance and i will be complaining profusely tomorrow, probably.

 

i am so fucking lethargic today, it is ridiculous. am i even living? i dont know.
i could have a job soon, we’ll see how that pans out. baseball are insane. the sport is okay too i guess, it’s better than cricket. but i think even the sport of cricket is preferable to the insect that just doesn’t shut up. shutting up is what i’m doing a lot of today. my mouth is not a gaping vagina. i barely had the energy to open it. what an exciting long weekend, fuck yes. the lip-shaped couch intensity of saturday makes today look like a corpse.  oh well. i need money, and some motivation - moneytivation? please. and a dslr camera, or even just a camera with a flash. i haven’t flashed anyone in too long, my life is devoid of anything risque like that right now. except other peoples genitals, but what about mine? my genitals deserve some fucking special attention, people. they should be on the cover of people magazine, middle aged women should be shoving their wrinkled fingers in their cum dumpsters and saying my name. i should sit in dumpsters more, and if someone asks me why i am rummaging for food, i’d say “it’s hobo chic, you wouldn’t get it”. and when i’m getting driven away for larceny, i’d have some laughs in me, that’s for sure. you think you have the moral high ground, but my ground is so low it’s almost skyrocketing. i want to fly, too. with my moneytivation. and some grillz, but nothing permanent. we don’t even have a grill here, well we have an oven that grills but doesn’t actually bake. so i made a cake in the microwave. it worked out though, but we ended up throwing most of it out. it was a monstrous cake. i want to bake cake somewhere else. hone my skills. have sex on the kitchen table. you know.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ALICE, PLEASE HAVE SEX WITH ME AND WE CAN GET MARRIED.

overpriced shots kill my wallet. fuck off. also, swords rule and i love their jerky math rocky bass guitar wars.
TRANNY WITH A BALLSACK, WAITING FOR MY SEX CHANGE.
st kilda playground has a pretty epic slide. it was totes windy and salty, i needed another shower afterwards.
apologies tackle & tucker, i stole an icecream from you and i should've paid you with sex instead since i am such a huge fan of flabby old arms, they make me hot.
and no, i will not be your ledge as you are walking up the steps, you fucking creepy little children.

my beagle is depressed with a bucket on her head and scars erupting from where four tumours used to be. you know you're loved when yr dog continuously edges closer to yr leg.
she's reclusing in the darkness of the front room and basking in her misery, i had mi goreng and snippets of noodle are laying around the kitchen, she tries to eat them but the bucket is in the way, she considers drinking but the bucket is in the way, i took it off and she stood in awe.
seasoning oil is slippery and danish men sound like girls, they have buckets on their heads because of testicle removal.
this is 1800 doctorb, this is gnarled stitches like the legs of the spider that appeared from nowhere and disappeared without a trace out of my shower.

climbing up cold mountain path, cold mountain goes on and on, long gorge choked with boulders, wide creek and mist-blurred grass, moss is slippery though there's been no rain, pine sings but there's no wind, who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

jack kerouac

hi.
happy new year. my bed yearns for friends.