Fuck you. I hate you. I hate everything. I hate my life. It sucks. I need a change of pace. Like the kind of change of pace that occurs between sitting in the plane and skydiving. That kind of thing.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
I need to go to something productive. This whole “education” thing is a waste of money. Didn’t I write this exact same rant a few months ago?
Whatever.
I’m depressed and lonely and I hate the winter.
But don’t pity me. I don’t like pity. Donuts and sexual favors would be much preffered.
They are armed with Krispy Kremes they very well might be fat.
But they will be oh soo sweet.
And greasy.
But greasy in a good way.
And round with a hole.
And powdery.
And some will be filled with gooey goodness.
