Masters Degree in SSSS.Tupid

I’m supposed to be washing my face and going to bed, seeing that i have important early type business tomorrow.

but i wont.

what’s wrong with this?

is it because i no longer wish to use proper punctuation.

or learn to spell.

or…

anything of such a sort of such.

i can tell this is delierium talking.

or delirium.

or whatever.

see, even when i’m crazy i care if i spell.

but i don’t.

it’s just reflex.

flick my bick.

i’ve been "dieting" but it’s nto working.

because i won’t work out.

i refuse to do the sit ups dudesy!

you can’t make me!!!!!

my feet are freezing. my brain is wheezing.

i’m gonna tell assface i want a divorce.

i wonder if he’ll care.

i don’t.

i bet he’ll fight me and make my life hell.

i want to find the REAL person meant for me.

so i can create what i know i’m meant to have.

and have one more baby.

i’m having baby blues. i miss… babies. *sniff*

I’M A BREEDER! I WAS MEANT TO BREEEEEEEEEEED.

and yet….

*sigh*

no more fatherless children. i can’t imagine. i mean, i’m sure i cou ld sleep around carelessly enough and get some sperm in my germ (har har)… but ummmm, that would just be stupid.

and since i have a masters degree in said stupid, i refuse.

i’m over BB. yeah… not sure how that happened. I still thikn of him whilst listening to Fall Out Boy. and i still desire to have the last "word"… but it’ll get me nowhere.

my dignity says "just pick it up pack it up twerk it jerk it leave it alone and keep your head high and walk away"

yeah all that.

but my pride says "I CAN’T LET HIM GET AWAY WITH BREAKING MY LITTLE HEART WITHOUT HIM KNOWING HE WAS MEAN"

but he already KNOWS. doesn’t he? or does he think he was merciful to the ho.

i’m a damn gardening tool.

i need a spade.

to ho around with.

spank me daddy. right on my bright red bu ttcheek.

i hate porn, when the girls got a red buttcheek. it freaks me out.

i don’t know why.

and yes, i watch porn on an almost daily basis now.

cuz i’m a sexless sexton. with a sex drive.

bah.

i still haven’t gotten a toy yet.

i need to get on that.

or else i could bang super hottie, who, for some reason, continues to call me.

i wonder… if i should care.

hrm.

ok.

and what other stupid ass shit could i say right now?

oh so much to say.

but i shall FORCE SLEEP UPON MY EYES.

but gotta wash my face first. my skin is acting like a buttfool on crack.

and that’s just ergly.