Perv's a Hair Beyond Compare
Instead of random Buffy the Vampire Slayer-esque dreams, my head has been plagued by yet another pugnacious pestilence: Gatsby the Entire Clayer! (cue dramatic theme song of... "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hair".
As rather discernible, my sis had given me her unused and practically brand new Gatsby Clay for me to decimate my already grossgusting hair...
I think nobody could tell that i had switched to clay, which thankfully does not give the slick and slimy look of certain gooey thunderbolts. In the end, twas alright because my rock-hard hair strands managed to resist a gruelling (albeit air-conned) session of PE.
Btw, To all who think i've been REJECTED BY A GIRL I LOVED, please pry out your long-absent intelligence from that rusted-shut box labelled 'dunce' in your substandard subconsciousnesses. Dust if off. Okay got it? Now proceed to club the useless thing to death with your redundant spinal column. Again and again and again.
My self-esteem just took a hit when she said i 'wasnt her type'. I had thought i was generally agreeable with most people (STOP LAUGHING you fallacious fools! You too!) and was likeable enough to justify the lack of such a comment.
It sooo sucks being someone who craves social acceptance. At least im not as si bai as certain some-people who have zilch in the ego building toy blocks.
Both the RJ volleyball teams got pwned in today's leg of the semi-finals and their last match (and my last opportunity for match support) would be tomorrow. No matter how well they play, they would get the unceremonious boot to their gluteus maximus.
Good job on getting so far though! It was fun ponning classes to watch g0su (other?) schools handle the opposition dexterously. Pam, you OWNED! Better luck next year yahs?
On the way home after some spirited conversation @ j8 with Jen, there was this sickly retarded Indian man sitting at the bus stop. Initially, when he stared (and stared) at me, i thought he was just checking out my Adonis-like body (haha jk).
It was only when a very ordinary Datsun hatchback zoomed by that he averted his stare to curse and swear at it. This then continued with the countless other vehicles speeding past the junction.
To make matters worse, a woman in her mid-20s was walking along the road. Upon catching (with tranquilising and electric net efficiency) sight of her, he immediately stood up and made some catcalls (or pigsqueals, considering his heritage). He then WHIPPED OUT HIS LITTLE INDIAN and waved it coolly in her general direction.
The earlier idea of catching his misdeeds on camera phone was immediately scrapped (and decontaminated with lots and lots of disinfectant). Cars were swerving and horning at the horror. The woman had an unmistakable countenance of disgust and shock blended together like ice and grape in bubble tea.
While the woman scurried away as if she were being mentally raped by a sex maniac (oh wait, she WAS), the perv was disorientatedely trying to return his shit-brown brudder back into its flimsy checkered pants of a cage. UGGH!
It was only then that the gravity of the situation warped my mass beyond recognition. I was alone! He had no more innocent young women to heckle. Only innocent young men! I desparately scanned the vicinity for anyone who could offer assistance in case his carnal (or kennel) rage took over.
Thankfully, while he was preoccupied with his own incontinent drooling, bus 93 arrived. HALLELUJAH! The first time it came early was the first time it actually NEEDED to. Whew. No more close encounters with the perv kind again, please.
*cue memory of Linus' very visceral and vivid description of the numerous other accounts of Indian gay sex offenders sniffing glue while groping themselves*
Ironically, I just had the most disgusting-looking chocolate in the world. In no remote relation to porn, it looked suspiciously like phallic devices. Besides being rock hard and edible, it had a freakin penile HEAD omg (castrated, i would guess).
What's this world coming to? Perverts running rampant and pornography so easily discovered in my own home? Its like, inviting me cordially to join some sexual predator country club.
Looks like we're in need of another Make-Everyone-Feel-Good Week. (oops, forgot the 'about-themselves' part. Or did i?)
Grossgusted to... So Pure - Alanis Morisette
As rather discernible, my sis had given me her unused and practically brand new Gatsby Clay for me to decimate my already grossgusting hair...
I think nobody could tell that i had switched to clay, which thankfully does not give the slick and slimy look of certain gooey thunderbolts. In the end, twas alright because my rock-hard hair strands managed to resist a gruelling (albeit air-conned) session of PE.
Btw, To all who think i've been REJECTED BY A GIRL I LOVED, please pry out your long-absent intelligence from that rusted-shut box labelled 'dunce' in your substandard subconsciousnesses. Dust if off. Okay got it? Now proceed to club the useless thing to death with your redundant spinal column. Again and again and again.
My self-esteem just took a hit when she said i 'wasnt her type'. I had thought i was generally agreeable with most people (STOP LAUGHING you fallacious fools! You too!) and was likeable enough to justify the lack of such a comment.
It sooo sucks being someone who craves social acceptance. At least im not as si bai as certain some-people who have zilch in the ego building toy blocks.
Both the RJ volleyball teams got pwned in today's leg of the semi-finals and their last match (and my last opportunity for match support) would be tomorrow. No matter how well they play, they would get the unceremonious boot to their gluteus maximus.
Good job on getting so far though! It was fun ponning classes to watch g0su (other?) schools handle the opposition dexterously. Pam, you OWNED! Better luck next year yahs?
On the way home after some spirited conversation @ j8 with Jen, there was this sickly retarded Indian man sitting at the bus stop. Initially, when he stared (and stared) at me, i thought he was just checking out my Adonis-like body (haha jk).
It was only when a very ordinary Datsun hatchback zoomed by that he averted his stare to curse and swear at it. This then continued with the countless other vehicles speeding past the junction.
To make matters worse, a woman in her mid-20s was walking along the road. Upon catching (with tranquilising and electric net efficiency) sight of her, he immediately stood up and made some catcalls (or pigsqueals, considering his heritage). He then WHIPPED OUT HIS LITTLE INDIAN and waved it coolly in her general direction.
The earlier idea of catching his misdeeds on camera phone was immediately scrapped (and decontaminated with lots and lots of disinfectant). Cars were swerving and horning at the horror. The woman had an unmistakable countenance of disgust and shock blended together like ice and grape in bubble tea.
While the woman scurried away as if she were being mentally raped by a sex maniac (oh wait, she WAS), the perv was disorientatedely trying to return his shit-brown brudder back into its flimsy checkered pants of a cage. UGGH!
It was only then that the gravity of the situation warped my mass beyond recognition. I was alone! He had no more innocent young women to heckle. Only innocent young men! I desparately scanned the vicinity for anyone who could offer assistance in case his carnal (or kennel) rage took over.
Thankfully, while he was preoccupied with his own incontinent drooling, bus 93 arrived. HALLELUJAH! The first time it came early was the first time it actually NEEDED to. Whew. No more close encounters with the perv kind again, please.
*cue memory of Linus' very visceral and vivid description of the numerous other accounts of Indian gay sex offenders sniffing glue while groping themselves*
Ironically, I just had the most disgusting-looking chocolate in the world. In no remote relation to porn, it looked suspiciously like phallic devices. Besides being rock hard and edible, it had a freakin penile HEAD omg (castrated, i would guess).
What's this world coming to? Perverts running rampant and pornography so easily discovered in my own home? Its like, inviting me cordially to join some sexual predator country club.
Looks like we're in need of another Make-Everyone-Feel-Good Week. (oops, forgot the 'about-themselves' part. Or did i?)
Grossgusted to... So Pure - Alanis Morisette
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