I have many a photos of me where I look like a total slob goon. They're just awfully hideous. Hell, I have photos where I'm posing and still manage to look like a damn Michael Moore-Shrek hybrid. There is a specific shot of me rockin' my scrubs, that no matter how often Annay assures me I do not look hideous, I know I do. I see that damn pic and think to myself, "not even were I the most desperate homo on Earth and he were my only chance for a lil' last minute lovin' would I touch him."
In times recent, this place was a place for my 365 Project. Now, it's a venue for news or any other communiqué that hits my fancy to share. Might be comedic writing of pulitzer prize quality, or possibly bitching the likes that only emo brats from suburbia, who have no real concept of hardship, could contrive. Come in and stay awhile...
Monday, August 22, 2011
Day 232: Couple O' Co-workers
I have many a photos of me where I look like a total slob goon. They're just awfully hideous. Hell, I have photos where I'm posing and still manage to look like a damn Michael Moore-Shrek hybrid. There is a specific shot of me rockin' my scrubs, that no matter how often Annay assures me I do not look hideous, I know I do. I see that damn pic and think to myself, "not even were I the most desperate homo on Earth and he were my only chance for a lil' last minute lovin' would I touch him."
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