speedofmind is gonna make me into a cartoon loser.

feqh

don’t bother trying to look your hottest because there’s always gonna be bitches everywhere you go looking hotter than you and they will make your best outfit look like yo mama’s mumu. whatever.

have you ever seen a duck fly? doubt it. those fuckers are always waddling around on their friggin’ feet in the park or they’re floating in lakes and crapping on your deck. how selfish. if i had wings i’d use them. so, i saw a duck flying today and i thought what is that? holy shit. holy fuckin’ shit.

how come i am fucked

just in le door from mtl. man, ontarians are stupid drivers, so damn cautious, so ugly, so everywhere. ok so here’s the weekend. telling off ugly men in eurotrash club, telling off the wrong man calling him a loser, get out of here, and he’s the owner’s son. whatever, don’t grab my vagina next time and other guy don’t eat my hair. i walked backwards into these huge red novelty glasses and busted them, spilled beer over the left shoulder of dude’s and all down his back. i have a good idea, how about we stay here longer. unwanted bootycaller dot com. drinking games all over the place. golden soccerball kickball on the sidewalk. campy protest of arabs on saint catharines. ehm ehhm. prostitute walked into a bicycle and the pole it was chained to. late-nite disgusto falafelathon. invention of penis queefs. loser wendy’s employees and mum bums. i’m going on a diet.

i wrote something new at ithinkmanic. that place is boring. tell me how to make it less of a place where you want to kill yourself after visitting. link it and i’ll start adding links to it. or whatever.

anyone who smokes your last cigarette deserves to die. discuss.

and who deserves to be beaten up the most in this picture?

someone in my comments keeps saying they want to be me so bad. wtf? that’s retarded like you want to be a socially awkward moron who says everything at the wrong time and is nothing but one big delayed reaction after another and injures themselves on an ironing board?

really?

i want to

i want to be someone else so i’ll explode

floating upon the surface for the birds

the birds

the birds

you want me

fuckin’ come and find me

i’ll be waiting

with a gun and a pack of sammwiches and nothing

nothing

nothing

you want me

well come on and break the door down

you want me

fuckin’ come on and break the door down i’m ready

i’m ready

i’m ready

there’s nothing like twisitng your left nipple and smoking a cigarette.

eating kimchi noodle soup – i wish noodles were way easier to eat so i could shove them in my mouth all at the same time and no more of this bit by bit business and waiting. what the hell.

going to montreal tomorrow ’til sunday. what’s up?

why is it yer a loser if you wear the same shit all the time? they say chicks wear different flamboyant crap to give the allusion of being with a different woman to their partner.