There is no second place in a tampon run

Crosswalks are just an ‘I dare you’ situation……

Ever wake up weird and it just runs with the ball for the rest of the day?  I woke up with another duct tape rash on my mouth and a questioning of my devotion. If I would take a bullet for you, it would doubtlessly be a suppository bullet.  Frustration stemming from another making the relationship decisions  makes me feel like lashing out, as an act of microcosmic social disobedience…. I wish I had a tail, so I could walk around with it lifted like at a dog run…an egregious, ‘in your face’ slap, that would let you share in my shrill discor’dance’ with the Devil….How I loathe my resignation to that blasted power a boa constricting ‘relationship’ chick always seems to have over me….. Seeking immediate relief I listen to anything  harpsichord, ( http://youtu.be/wMx8WFlzI68 )  which makes everything so refined especially when contemplating my next decision now that I’m officially going to  take the easy way out…which is, what to wear?

Everyone has ulterior motives, the trick is to find someone whose are sweet potato fries

I mourn for the loss of my Ex although she overdid it with the kegel exercises, to the point where she earned extra money working as a can crusher at the front entrance of a supermarket….she  was a bit immature, she had this nerf headboard which was kinda cool for the simple reason that I was less concussed than usual during our brief courtship

I lead by example, usually of what not to do. An indiscretion just means you went in without thinking….When I put myself out there, it always seems to be  garbage day…this all leads to inertia, a passion for indifference as the more I struggle to achieve some sort of success, the easier it is to just wait for something to just pop in my head and slap it down on a blog to the adoring multitudes of future generations….maybe

There was a time, so long ago where the mark of a good ski for me was to warp speed into a bump and if it could just suck it up and absorb without me being shot into outer space, it was worth the adulation… These days I find Chicks like wood core racing skis…stiff and unforgiving…good on ice, but way too much effort to get them to whip around without landing on the moon