I’m done now.
Really, it’s time to go to sleep so cut it out.
Really can’t get comfortable with you trying to shove my left shoulder to my left love handle. Those rib muscles shouldn’t be so tight.
Take a nap or work on my abs fucker.
I’m fucking miserable.
Thank you tumbler.
For letting me be anonymous.
I hate my lack of relationship.
I love my dog.
I love my kitten.
I just want to be alone.
I know I’m funny.
I’m aware that that might mean I’m suicidal.
I don’t give a fuck.
Leave me alone!
What a fucker of a day.
Haven’t shit in three days.
It was brought to my attention that it might not just be fatigue and repair from the last two weeks but “maybe you’re emotionally exhausted.”
I needed that to stick out.
I got shit to do and nothing to do it with.
Maybe I should just sleep it off.
Can you sleep off depression?
My best friend is moving out west next week.
I hate her.
But not enough to NOT be sitting with her, in her living room, watching people haggle over her crap.
"This unopened blu ray player, will you take $2.00?"
WTF. I’m so jacking up right now and can’t get it to release.
Can someone come punch me in the ribs?
The only thing helping temporarily is doing some crazy Jack LaLane meets Jane Fonda elbow up over my head bend and pull to the right.
This position is not going to work all night.
It’s barely making it now…
Oh PERFECT it’s gone into my right foot!
Now I need you to punch me in the ribs and lob off my right foot.
Bring a camera crew so you can make some money off of your karate skills oh and just follow the GPS since I can’t turn off my talk to text so I guess I’ll tag this tomorrow unless I can figure out a way to make it tab down to tags which I don’t see ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch fuck fuck fuck