Gettin' royally pissed over someone else's past isn't my usual modus operandi. My interest in the news reports is also a bit over the top. Am I turnin' into another mullethead?
Don't think so. I have no issues on havin' a gender. I'm na goin' 'round demandin' to be called 'IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'. Though I must admit even though that thing even has me callin' myself a sausage casin' these days, I don't really dig the implication. After all, that's not a part of my anatomy I think about much. (In fact, I don't think about it at all, unless it's in use. Yes, it is put to use more than the statistical average, but is it my fault that my two loves can't leave me alone more than one day a month, if that? But still. I have no special attachment to it. It's there. That's all.)
Then again, the mullethead calls itself a 'nose perch', and it won't let anybody forget it. I can't really say what's worse. I don't DARE post the mullethead's 'pet name' for chicks in general. (They're not ALL painted breeder cow bimbos.) It's so bad I won't even repeat it when there's no one around.
I am gettin' too wrapped up in this. I admit it. It's kind of hard not to. It's almost like I'm feelin' more like a regular mortal every day. Strange, since I really don't have that many days left here.
I think I'm gonna talk to my mentor.
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