`how many times in a month you need to have the sex` my father tells me as I'm driving down an urban highway.
'what the fuck' i think
'is there anything you can do to reduce the desire' he fucking continues.
jesus christ.
like its cool that they're comfortable enough to talk to me about this kind of stuff but give it a break.
Americans make me happy.
Well gringos in general.
That's kind of pathetic huh?
Don't eat anymore you fat fucker.
stop fucking eating.
but then you don't wake up in the morning and create a burden on your parents from your low blood sugars.
but JFC, I eat at night so that kind of shit wont happen.
I think I probably just need to reduce my Lantus, and I'll be all set.
ai dios mios.
go kill some more Indians you marines.
but don't feel bad about it.
You're a fucking soldier.
hello.
I want him to love me.
but the whole world wants that.
I'm a fat midwestern television addicted internally racist bitch.
or I seem to be able to mingle with them alot.
perhaps because I have so much in common with them.
fu knows.
are they a dime a dozen.
someone to fall back on.
thats all anyone ever wants.
someone to fall back on.
I hope I don't become unemployed again.
that would suck
Canada I'm waiting man.
I'm fucking waiting.
retto me in.