I’m going through some major stuff right now. Stuff I didn’t think was ever in my path. Like, you know that a loved one is going to die, so you realize that IS in your life’s plan. But some shit is not in your plan.
So, I have friends, locally. And for the most part, they’re great. Some of them, though, want to put opinions on things that I really don’t want to hear, but Goddamnit, they’re going to express themselves. And once they know what the deal is, most of them really really want to tell me what they think.
I’m grateful for you guys. Because how I *DON’T* need to handle myself now is by going and getting drunk and stoned all the time. How I don’t need to handle myself right now is any of many forms of self-abuse. You guys are like my favorite bar. I can relax around you. I can come here, see something that makes me smile, see something that riles me up, see your lives sometimes. I like that. I wanna go where everybody knows my name. (Which, is Jeff, not ThunderDolt, but I reply to “Hey, Shrek!” at work, so I’ll answer to TD). I wish I had spoken up more at the RVA Tweet up. But there’s still time. Thanks for giving me primarily healthy diversions to my inner monologues and arguments.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll restate again: I love you assholes!
BOOBS ARE LITERALLY LUMPS WITH SMALLER LUMPS ON TOP WHAT IS SO SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE ABOUT A LUMP!!!!
What is sexually attractive about any human body part really? Penises are just tubes with lumps connected to them. Asses are also just lumps. Your face is just a collection of different types of lumps and there’s a hole on it. Everything is just a lump. I can’t get off to this. Now, a rhombus, that’s something I could fuck the shit out of.
Just because some people are arseholes doesn’t mean you have to be their toilet
Me. To myself. Occasionally to others too.(via xntrek)
TD: Words of wonder from down under.