it seems like every New Year I start it off my giving some dude a blowjob in some inopportune place
and I'm a firm believer in that my year is affected by the way I begin it
I mean start it off one way and it's kinda like why change who I am this year when I can do it later
how American of me
I feel like 2013 is code for "choke on it, bitch"
in one of those secret codes I used to make in 3rd grade
so no one could read my love letters to various snotty-nosed hellions
some things never change and now I'm writing lust letters with my tongue
letters to snotty-nosed hellions who just learned to bring tissue and got a little taller
mid blow-job I think about what I'm gonna do when I get home
like sleep mainly but also pee
i think about the scarf I'm crocheting and how I'm gonna buy more yarn soon
and how girls like me doing things like this are what's wrong with society
oops
lastly I think about writing this down
and I get all sorts of ideas for what to write
and I'm kinda happy
so I guess blowing dudes for new years
sparks my creativity
for the rest of the year
a fair price, i think
Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI can't think of too much more to say.