I got a blood test recently and found that I had nothing wrong with me, and that’s including AIDS and all that ladee da jazz.
“I saw that facebook update status about you and I cringed!” My friend said. My other friend said, “I’m offended that YOU cringed at that, everyone should be open about this sort of thing.”
I honestly had no idea I was in such a controversially sharing position. I often think I carry such a swagger as to give off the effect that I know what I’m doing at all times when in reality…
I don’t know a fuck from a suck really (that’s an older Guatemalan saying).
Have you seen the trailer to The International? You give banks your money and they kill people? I bet they’re talking about Wamu but that’s neither here nor there.
I feel I’m doing that every day. I’m like a dormant Goebbels whose every single step causes a Joffrecaust of epic proportions in certain pockets of reality. I’m like a blind bull in a china shop, even when I’m not trying to offend I attract the villagers with the pitchforks and torches at the end of the night.
The only way I keep sane is in the belief that people around me are crazier than me.
And I think that’s why I moved to New York
and check out BoredGayBoy.com I’m on there too!
Originally
from Deviant
