do i feel like a shit head. yes. do i know why. no. does it really matter. probably. i'm no doctor. fuck it. i should be. instead i fucking scream like a child who has only one part of it's brain, as opposed to, say, 10 parts, or like, one-hundred-fucking-million parts.... 100,fucking,000,000 juicy little shithead selves. my computer can't keep up with my typing, so i have no idea what the fuck i am saying. it (the "computer") will let me know in about, umm, 20 minutes. until the...
shut the fuck up... and listen to this..... peter bjorn and john - lay it down
do you know how frustrating it can be when life does not hand you instant gratification?
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