You say we'll talk soon
But that's just jibber jabber
You always forget
We're important, right?
Then why don't you give a shit
That we're all so sad?
Sit there in your room
Behind your fucking closed door
Then I can't smell you
Disgust tastes like poo
And all I can feel near you
Is Disgust. Disgust.
Perhaps you will see
When in your desperation
That I was too good
I worked too damn hard
I gave you too fucking much
You repaid with 'tude
There will be no nice
Klae to give you hints and tips
Come July you're screwed.
Fuck you fuck you fuck
You fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you, ass.
-
- The Velawesomeraptor Himself (
clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself
clayrobeson
Epic Haiku, Chapter II
-
Milestones, or lack thereof...
So I was at the gym on Thursday when I had my official "You've lost 30 pounds" weigh in, and Theresa (my trainer) got really serious…
-
The hobby that dare not speak its name...
So on a POSITIVE note (which I seem to share so few of recently), I've been seeing a trainer for the last year or so. Twice a week, 30 minutes a…
-
Feel the force...
I may or may not have just scared off a raccoon that was outside my window with a lightsaber flashlight.
- Post a new comment
- 1 comment
- Post a new comment
- 1 comment
