mrginger

I'm about to spend all day on the road.
I think I have a fever.
I'm all hot and sweaty.
Maybe a shower will help.

Why is it that the very presence of police in the same public space as me feels like an invasion of my rectum. There's two cops in the coffeeshop at the table two to my right. I'd like to poo for their centerpiece.

That HBO thing, Flight of the Conchords, is fucking funny. Who new a few weirdo foriegners from some forgotten country in the furthest corner of the world could be so fucking funny. Those guys are fucking funny.

There's a woman I know who, after one long and intoxicated night, jumped upon my mega and bounced into the stars. It wasn't planned or even invited, & though I did enjoy it, I still prefer her as a friend without benefits, so to speak. Now, whenever I see her, I can't give her a hug without her biting my neck or trying to grab my ass or some shit. Then from her lurid mouth, inevitably springs the question, "So, are we ever going to fuck again, or what?" In this case, "We'll See" means: "No, you Freak, and,please, for the love of personal space, stop asking". I mean, Fucking Shit!

I'm going to PDX.

Have a nice day.