mood: explicatory.
word of the night:
"sebaceous."
the rasputine -- in soviet russia, poutine eats you.
witnessed an old guy who looked kinda like santa stroke a bus pole in a 'suggestive' manner. no way am i gonna give up wearing my newly acquired dog-getting-a-blowjob-from-a-girl-with-pigtails t-shirt. (my first & only white, non-underwear piece of clothing, by the way.)
posted by malachi trizec @ 11:30 p.m.
- goes down smooth like a liver milkshake.
i'm bored & disgruntled, an art school dropout-turned-culinary school student - no, i don't want my own tv show or line of cutlery ever; maybe a rogue catering truck or small pub somewhere, someday. trying to 'think long term' & hopefully learn how to set down roots. --------------------------------------------------- non-medicinal ingredients: over-punctuation & incomplete sentences, 2nd-hand books, black pepper ice-cream, & mostly functional alcoholism.
& because i'm ever so lonely (...oh, the unbearable paainnn...)
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