Peanut, I am significantly intoxicated, but goddammit, I don’t hate everything, there is much that i like, I’m just not very forgiveable.

I didnt say I hated this twink, I just said I wanted to punch him in the testicles. there’s a big difference. I’ve serioulsy never heard of him.

Side note: Marco and I got each other the same, fairly obscure book for christmas without ever discussing said book to each other before hand. how fucking spooky is that. I mean, we’re not talking about the new fucking Crichton book or something, this was some decade old random paperback by an author neither of us had ever mentioned.it’s like our fucking cycles are in rythym.

another side note: why is the word rhthym so fucking hard to spell?

ps. the second book shelf wasn’t for “good” literature, per say, just a sampling of fiction apropos for bathroom reading.

pps. marco mis-pronounces ‘apropos’, but I mispronounce ‘premise,’ so we’re even.

I get the impression that, were I to meet this tao guy in person, I would have a strong desire to drop to one knee and throw a right jab directly at his scrotum.