What this means is that the L-train and I could make our own LSD! Fuck yeah!
The bus from Logan is such a strange garbled mix of people. I think I’ll amuse myself by spending the ride giving people the rape-eye
Oddly, rectal bleeding is not that big a deal.
Another Thanksgiving behind me. It’s amazing how hard people make a holiday that only requires eating and shooting the shit. We had steak. I say fuck turkey. We even invited a Canadian because they don’t have a day of thanks because who would be thankful for having been born in that God-forsaken wasteland? It’s almost sadder than being born in the South.
I am no longer disturbed by the faggotry that sometimes surrounds me. Being surrounded by douches does not make one a douche. Although I agree that there is danger inherent in being in the proximity douchebaggery, you do not automatically become the guy with the rims that cost more than the car and the popped collar.
Me: well, you know, I generally try not to make rape jokes because…
Therapist: because rape isn’t funny
Me: Well, no, rape IS kind of funny but the jokes are pretty played out.
I fucking hate Cat Stevens. There are a variety of reasons to vilify his douchebaggery. There is the conversion to Islam of the sort that wants to exterminate Salman Rushdie, the Beard that has followed him through that conversion, there is the simple fact of his name change. Mostly, though, I hate him for writing “Wild World.”
