that's it dude, you're pissing me off. i'm a financially stable non-loser with a bachelor's degree and i also can't date any, but i also can't fuck them and you are at least fucking them so fucking stop complaining jesus christ bro if could fuck a beautiful girl once a month i'd be like sincerely really happy and probably just start going to the gym and leasing an Audi and not living deep inside my wankfest/art/literature torture chamber world god damnit i'm so pissed

'university of california santa cruz' for college (artsy white bitches); 'clayton valley high' for high school (ghetto mall rat-type white bitches); 'pine hollow' for junior high (tween white bitches); 'highlands' for 6th grade (white bitches w/ small tits); and a bunch of places in canada i can't remember for 1-5 th grade(s) i.e. elementary; all i remember about kindergarten was i fell in love with a pretty sluttly little asian girl whose almond-thai eyes extracted the first dew of coconut milk, metaphorically at least

i was 10 yrs old and, short of running away, didn't have a choice; my dad had found employment in the U.S. and asked that my mother absolve their ~2-yr separation (which was never legal i.e. merely verbal/emotional) and come to live with him again, to 'start over,' that he would never drink again, a promise (to his credit) he kept; that he would remain an emotionally malicious father (and at times, husband) to myself and my mother respectively, seemed trivial at the time, as the quality of life w/o his financial sustenance (the non-mandated 'child support' was paltry) seemed to get worse; as for your mild political critique, thank you, you should continue watching the daily show with jon stewart

I am as blind as a bat which is ironic because I'm a sloth.

u ask me this...and aren't a girl...v fucked up

email me kellyhuckabyyy@gmail.com

u can put it up my butt idc

i don't know, try it out for yourself. what about post-ironically?

he's sweaty and talks too much, and the people who like him are usually annoying like the people who like derrida, marx, and those guys whose books don't really make sense

you're fucking retarded. money and women does equal happiness. with both, i would take 'her' to a western european city with good art, wine, cheese, weather, etc., and eat great food and basically hang out doing whatever we felt liked, like horseback riding, hang-gliding, or lawn bowling, then go to 5-star hotels to bang, then eat room service steak and wine, then bang again, then have my arms around her as we walked through dark streets sharing sorbet and kisses, and i'd smell her hair, each strand fiery under a gas lamp a tendril weaving some sinus net forever catching every unhappy sigh, my lament silenced, for i would be happy, you dork ass

seems like if i didnt have a choice i would be the porpoise, like that would be my assignment, it would fit easily, but i would like to switch it up and be the whale that continually wails, especially if i am in the middle of the ocean, wailing seems relieving or something, i guess that would be alright. but loneliness, idk, seems that would suck because of extreme loneliness, middle of the ocean, no one wanting to come near you because you wail a lot and its annoying. the porpoise is probably lonely though too, idk