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Two shitty new pictures of me up. And no, they're not of my genital piercings. Just click at the pictures thing at the bottom of the page. I hate the fact that people that I hate are going to be reading this and looking at the pictures. Life isn't too good. My penis is severely bruising from the piercings and I'm pissed that I can't even jack off. I feel like the fucking pope. Only I'm not having kids and I'm not jacking off. Being single rules. For the moment anyway. I'm pissed that I don't have nipple piercings anymore. I had to take them out the other day because they were pierced shittily and were rejecting. I NEED those piercings back, but my piercer's going to Hamilton this weekend and coming back the weekend that I'm leaving to move back to Mississauga. Convenient! My friend Jimmy re-appeared. He called me. Just now. Stuttery as fuck voice. COME MEET ME AT THE BAR THIS WEEKEND. What bar? I ask. YOU KNOW WHICH ONE. Sounded like a conversation from the matrix or some shit. Life is unfun. But hopefully it'll get better.
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