when he turns happy (and gay)

Shit. Why in petunia’s sake do the good-looking men go to the other side of the rainbow?!

Goddunnit! my colleague asked if I’d be receptive or if I’d be crushed if Walrus (after the creaking ancient relationship) should turn rainbow. Of course i said:

oh come on not a problem. what’s the point of being sad, move along…

SHIT NO! Of course i’d be bone-crushed! Might make me wonder negatively, like whether it’s because my punani smelt or if schlong’s were more fun than peaches.

You tell me!

And they say it’s harder to understand women. tsk .

vile earth (or more so those who vilify it)

Now. stop raining and let the bloody sun shine would you?

I’ve had enough trudging in slimy i don’t know what the heck is in the water as i watch it slosh over my open toe sandals. The putrid air smells are getting to me, sick sick sick…and it gets worse when mrs-i-don’t-know-about-deodorant comes waltzing pass. it stinks. I’d say it but i think i better shut my can or else someone’s feelings are going to get a little dented today.

Haven’t seen geek or slayer for a while, feeling a little awful about it but hey i’m back from the bahamas alright so let’s boogie!