Motherfucking cunt-faced fuckwad whore bitch selfish twat of a shit-heeled snapperheaded selfish fucknut. There. That feels a bit better.
Trouble in paradise. Too much fear, too little trust, too many neuroses and too little compromise. I know one person who will chuckle reading that. Like Peach says, "That baby sure makes life different." But she kinda just makes the faultlines that were always there that much more treacherous.
Oh, and I seem to have utterly destroyed my right foot in the Thursday Night Massacre. Just a big ugly mass of bruises and damaged ligaments and tendons. I mean bruises in spots that make no sense. I really am curious as to how I managed some of them. Some are disturbingly familiar. A twisted ankle. But others are just, WTF?
But I am a Legend according to the Cipriani folks.
Eh.
25 June 2009
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