Wednesday, February 21, 2007
bored
I am bored out of my fucking mind. Goddamnit!
Everyone seems to just talk about their days for some reason, as if it were any bit interesting to read about how someone ate lunch and then watched some youtube and found some stupid shit--that they had no involvement in, what so ever--funny for no particular reason other than the fact to blog about it. You could say that I should pay no attention to it, but I want to. I want to pay attention to the loathing assholes out there that like to blog about nothing so that at the end of the day, I can look back in retrospect and laugh at them, with or without them knowing.
The other day I went for a full-scaled shave. It was a lot easier than last time since the razor I used was pretty efficient. It's pretty tough to get some of those nooks and crannies but rest assured, masturbation has never been more fun.
I don't know what it is, but I always feel compelled to watch movies from the American Pie series. The first one was good; the second one was sub-par; the third one was awesome; the fourth one blew cock and the final installment, as I witnessed it a few days ago, was the epitome of awful. At least I can take solace in the fact that it featured endless footage of raw, American tits indulging in throbbing cocks. The former was more pleasant than its counterpart. That being said, I still found a way to enjoy it.
I get more irritated these days. When I get on the bus or skytrain, there's always something to be mad about. If someone takes my specific seat of target, I get mad. If someone gets on the skytrain when it's fucking packed as fuck, when the next train is just 2 minutes away, I get mad. When people try to leave the bus/skytrain before me, when, in fact, they were sitting the entire time leaving me to stand, I get mega PISSED! There are certain unofficial rules, nay, laws that I've obliged to and I deem it disrespectful for cocksuckers to not do the same.
I have a specific portion of the skytrain that I like to stand in, right by the doors at the corner section. The other day, I hadn't gotten enough sleep, so as I got onto the skytrain, I noticed that all the seats had been occupied, so I decided to occupy my spot that I felt was justifiably mine. Well, some stupid bitch decided to take it by almost completely disregarding my presence. I, rather resoundingly, muttered, "bitch", and took another spot while she glared at me in disgust and apprehension for a good 10 seconds. I was ready to clock her in her ugly smug.
swallow me.
Everyone seems to just talk about their days for some reason, as if it were any bit interesting to read about how someone ate lunch and then watched some youtube and found some stupid shit--that they had no involvement in, what so ever--funny for no particular reason other than the fact to blog about it. You could say that I should pay no attention to it, but I want to. I want to pay attention to the loathing assholes out there that like to blog about nothing so that at the end of the day, I can look back in retrospect and laugh at them, with or without them knowing.
The other day I went for a full-scaled shave. It was a lot easier than last time since the razor I used was pretty efficient. It's pretty tough to get some of those nooks and crannies but rest assured, masturbation has never been more fun.
I don't know what it is, but I always feel compelled to watch movies from the American Pie series. The first one was good; the second one was sub-par; the third one was awesome; the fourth one blew cock and the final installment, as I witnessed it a few days ago, was the epitome of awful. At least I can take solace in the fact that it featured endless footage of raw, American tits indulging in throbbing cocks. The former was more pleasant than its counterpart. That being said, I still found a way to enjoy it.
I get more irritated these days. When I get on the bus or skytrain, there's always something to be mad about. If someone takes my specific seat of target, I get mad. If someone gets on the skytrain when it's fucking packed as fuck, when the next train is just 2 minutes away, I get mad. When people try to leave the bus/skytrain before me, when, in fact, they were sitting the entire time leaving me to stand, I get mega PISSED! There are certain unofficial rules, nay, laws that I've obliged to and I deem it disrespectful for cocksuckers to not do the same.
I have a specific portion of the skytrain that I like to stand in, right by the doors at the corner section. The other day, I hadn't gotten enough sleep, so as I got onto the skytrain, I noticed that all the seats had been occupied, so I decided to occupy my spot that I felt was justifiably mine. Well, some stupid bitch decided to take it by almost completely disregarding my presence. I, rather resoundingly, muttered, "bitch", and took another spot while she glared at me in disgust and apprehension for a good 10 seconds. I was ready to clock her in her ugly smug.
swallow me.
Comments:
no, I know....but still, even though I know it has very little to do with the previous titles in the franchise, it's still, technically, part of the series. It's not even worth renting, honestly. Barely worth my time viewing.
I still don't understand how one is able to bravely navigate through all that surface area with a razor.. patience? lol
Out of curiosity, did little cat ever get a name?
Out of curiosity, did little cat ever get a name?
a good razor helps, one that's quick and gentle. Though the scrotum can be a bit complicated; I barely touched it with the razor and almost sliced it, which sucked.
No, he never got a name. Little cat is actually the black one. The kitten (won't be for much longer) never got an actual name, though.
No, he never got a name. Little cat is actually the black one. The kitten (won't be for much longer) never got an actual name, though.
Well, I didn't shave right down to the skin. I used a normal barber's razor kit with a zero guard. That way no ingrown hairs, thankfully.
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