I can't digest corny...

Nothing beats the sense of comfort, privacy, and pure relaxation felt when releaving one self in one’s own bathroom. I agree completely and can even add further that few things in life (bathroom and non bathrooom related) beat the pleasure of a truly excellent poop. ( for all intents and purposes… I will be referring to the number 2 mainly because it creates a common bound between men and women. Simply put, we all sit to poop). Some have come to love their pooping at home experience so much that they will exclusively use safe pooping zones: there own bathroom or in some instances the bathroom of a life long friend. The home of familiy members are not considered safe due to the fact that family get togethers are a common occurrence and if you are like me, not going them is even more common. When they run out of ways to judge you for not being there, they can move on to criticizing the way you clogged the toilet last Thanksgiving and you’ll get a crazy family nick-name like atomic-butt or stinky cousin “whatever-your-name-is.” As for your friend’s, we all have that life long friend, or a few if you’re lucky that you actually enjoy grossing out with your sounds, smells, and lingering smells. It’s pure satisfaction, actually. It’s like when a dog pissses on anothers dog’s bush. It’s a friendly violation of boundaries that will be returned the next time this or these friends enjoy mcD’s at your place. With that said, I have found one more location that makes for an excellent and satisfactory poop: at work. Timing is key to making this environment as private as possible, especially when u work at an office like me. Courtesy flush if you are interrupted but even so, this shouldn’t lessen the enjoyability of the experience. Why? Because simply put, it will most likely be the only time you get paid to poop. And I find that absolutely wonderful. Can’t figure out how to stick it to the man? Take a fat dump on the clock. Happy pooping!

Sing me to pieces so I’ll love u forever u hurt me so hard because I want to hurt you. Or will or perhaps or already have but I’m sorry for reasons I cannot feel bad. fuck your face and the wall and the person you’re screwing. I’m still unassumingly paranoid and I am really not mad. judging perception and it’s a shart because let’s be completely honest the light bulbs been fading and was never real bright from the start…

I hate that I can’t tell when I gossip and I’m never satisfied with my own idea of the spin of things. I search constantly for your approval, that my thoughts are relevant, important, and most importantly are right! I justify having paranoia’s about them all, while extinguising my paranoia that I don’t belong, I’m alone, and no one understands me. Around the wrong people, this makes gossip. Around the right people, I’m gossiping. Hmmm. Alll the “places” banking on human’s need of approval.

Gonna think about how to not gossip, and then not tell you about it later.

By the way, I can’t digest tattoos with grammatical errors in them. It’s “Easier said than done” not “Easier said then done.” Unless you purposely meant to change the idiom’s meaning, which you didn’t, because you are an idiot. I have bad grammar, but I wouldn’t want to remind myself about that everyday. Again, you are an idiot, among other things. I blogged. Did they purposely make that word sound like you just spewed some really vile barf, I guess that’s what i just did.

OooPs, Gossip???