You know what? I feel like fucking “blogging” right now…I’m semi-drunk, watching my carnivorous roommate cook a fucking pork chop right now. ITS FUCKING 1:00 IN THE MORNING. Got damn….Its nasty…real nasty. Also, I just discovered that my so called $4 a fucking package “vegan” cheese is NOT FUCKING VEGAN. What a waste of money and how much of a joke is my little vegan diet… lezbehonest… it’s a joke. I ate fish tonight and I don’t even feel bad. Just writing that I realize how fucking weird/pathetic the whole situation is. So as the pork chop cooks and I recognize the completely pathetic nature of my entirety, I just sit here, and let it happen. Being in your mid-twenties is a whole lot of just “letting it happen” and the “it” that I stated is a whoooolle lot of BULLSHIT. Bullshit being current/future careers, bi-sexuality (we’ll get more into that one later on), veganism, people awkwardly playing guitars and singing in the middle of a party, etc, etc. You know what I’m saying. Ya’ll…I’m out.
Peace jiggas.
-S
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