Burnout is What We Have Instead Of Souls
May 18, 2006
How the fuck did we get ourselves into this Emo mess? Suddenly there are problems everywhere. Yours, mine, everybody’s. My problems make me bitter: I can’t even poop properly, my underwear are too tight, and besides it is raining.
When you’re not here to touch me, I touch myself.
Posted by Tudor at 11:29 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackOh you. I’ll see you tomorrow and you can poop as properly as you want, OK?
Posted by: Laura on May 18, 2006 at 11:42 PMI don’t have any problems — I just don’t any many solutions.
Posted by: corwin on May 19, 2006 at 03:15 AMI even previewed that but didn’t look for typos. Oh well.
Posted by: corwin on May 19, 2006 at 03:15 AMYou must be burned out! You haven’t posted in days!
Posted by: Captain Poultry on May 21, 2006 at 06:59 PMIt sounds like most of your problems could be solved with some airy boxers…
Posted by: sra on May 22, 2006 at 02:14 PMYes. I haven’t posted in days and days, CP, and it’s been fun :).
And Sra, airy boxers have a disquieting way of moving about in my pants.
Corwin is a man of wisdom and understanding.
Posted by: Tudor on May 22, 2006 at 04:23 PM