phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (Default)
( Aug. 23rd, 2008 12:26 am)
I need one of those days. You know those days where that random person smiles at you, genuinely, and you think 'wow, maybe today isn't totally shit'. I've had only one of those days. Ever. Then again, maybe it was just because he was cute. I don't know anymore; I'm so confused.

But I need one of those days. I'm starting to feel like I'm caving in on myself. Like I'm crumbling under the pressure of the silence weighing down on me. It's a vast expanse of emptiness, let me tell you, and it weighs a fucking tonne. I don't know how much longer I can keep playing the role of Atlas to all these secrets.

I just need one of those days. You know, those days where you rescue me? Where the words get spoken and silence lets go? 'Cause I need help. And I've got no heroes left.


Joe's 21st tomorrow night. Eep.

Eep, I say.
... in which someone is questioning the sanctity of marriage.

"Briing your wife We'll fuckk her! That's right we'll fuckk your wife! :)"

Perhaps the intended recipients of such mail are can't be bothered with trivial things like fuckking their wives... perhaps not. Perhaps such mail is intended for people who've gotten the raw end of the "no sex before marriage" deal... perhaps not.

I still find this mail highly disturbing. The engliish alone is frightening.


phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (Default)

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