Ahh what a life. Here I sit all alone. No money. One beer. One lortab. Hot bath. candles. book. god my life sucks.
I think I need to find a date. Someone to take me out, feed me, show me a good time, have sex with me. Anyone available?? I'm sure someone, out of the two people who read my blog, is available. Nah...wishful thinking.
At least some of the blogging community is at home, although I doubt seriously they are alone. Blog Ho's images of plants having sex really pissed me off. Damn plant life gets more than I do.
badbadbaby now has a bot that answers questions. I guess I liked it too much. Scared him. He told me to quit asking him questions. See...my life sucks. Not even the bot likes me. But he said he did....wait...omfg.
Ok. so I'm feeling more and more like Eleanor Rigby. But don't even think about burying me with nothing but my name. I want Bud, Jack Daniels, an IPOD, and a Taboo magazine. Got that? O wait...I'm donating my body to OU...since they've taken my mind they are eligible for the whole package.
ok...time for a pic
Saturday
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