Hunh. Get back from a walk and all of a sudden this computer is running fine. I’m totally not going to complain about that.
Yet.
The sooner you accept that all things ultimately revolve around me, the sooner the healing process can begin, you figment of my solipsistic imagination.
P.S. “Your” image is broken. I don’t think snopes let’s one image link.
That’s the chick that’ll snuggle me for a nominal fee right? It’s a tantalizing offer…
I’ll wear my Halo boxers and bop Master Chief’s face into the small of her back for like half an hour. Post hella pics by sneaking my cell in, taped under my left ass cheek.
(I do not like those apples at all, Sam I Am.
I do not like them as I do green eggs and ham.)
This is unrelated to anything, but since it concerns me, it is of course important: I just had the random urge to listen to “Gangsta’s Paradise” again after probably a decade since I last listened to it.
It is still excellent.
Sigh. Why can’t rap still be good and meaningful like that? If it was, then I likely wouldn’t loathe it as I do now save for a few select songs/artists that I don’t actively listen to.
I know that Tupac and B.I.G.'s assassinations didn’t help matter, but I feel like there has to be some other factors and perhaps even a specific time when it stopped being dominated by meaningful songs and instead was taken over by blatantly insecure, largely closeted, materialistic braggarts and idiots.
is too lazy to look for or look through the rap thread with the way this computer is acting and the time of night that it is
Oh dear, purposefully deceived Radiantsilvergun3, that’s just what I want you to think.
So please continue to believe that lie. People believing in the lie that is called “hope” amuses me.
Got so close to getting my dick sucked in the freezer at work today.
Co worker came around and she got spooked. I’m such a terrible employee, but I’d be a liar if I said that I cared.
All of you are so beautiful, and you smell, so so good.