Why can’t we sleep forever? I just want to start this over.
Seriously! Come on, guys! I fucking twittercided 6 or 7 months ago over this bullshit and it’s STILL going on! I don’t give a fucking fuck who you hate on twitter. Keep on hating! But really, exposing your followers to it day in and day out? WHY? Block the fucker AND MOVE ON ALREADY!
I really hate being stuck in the middle, and that’s exactly what you people are doing. I wish I could just block you, but I honestly love all of you. So its not exactly easy for me to do. But from now on, thats my rule. I don’t care who it is you’re going on about. Meaning, it doesn’t matter if I even know the cunt, your ass is getting blocked. There’s people I don’t like, even hate, but I’m not going to make my followers feel like assholes for following those people, just because I don’t like them.
All you’re doing is causing people to hate YOU! Not the person you hate… YOU! Do you guys understand that?
So, yeah. Everyone has a fresh start with me as of right now, but the very first time I see you spewing your hate; blocked! I’m only posting this so that you know why you’ve lost me as a follower and, more importantly, why you’ve lost my respect. There’s way too much hate in the real world. Most of us come to twitter to get away from that. And let’s face it, I have very little sanity left, and this shit is causing what’s left to slip away.
I hope you understand where I’m coming from and I wish you all nothing but warm and fuzzies. I’ve been having nothing but a kick ass fucking time on twitter the last 3 months since I came back, but I feel that slipping away and that’s not something I’m going to let happen.
Last night my best friend & I went to see our favorite Canadian band, (whom I wont name, as to protect them from the story I’m going to attempt to piece together) for the 15th time. It was a sold out show, so it was crazier than usual. I always hang out with them for a bit after they perform, but tonight they asked us to go to an after party at their hotel, so of course we did.
They had a few other groupies there as well. I think I was the only one with weed though, so just the band and I hot boxed the bathroom… and then it all goes black. Not sure how but, I managed to text a bunch of random shit to myself over the course of the night.
Text #1 - “Call Kathy and ask about being in the trunk with water lmao best story best night ever!” I don’t have to call her, I actually remember the story. I wont bore you guys with it. You’re welcome.
Text #2 - “Percolator Vaporizor. Kathy. Nice tits. Dumb as shit.” No clue on this one, but she does have nice tits.
Text #3 - Kathy - “I don’t think *incredibly long pause*” Me - “You sure don’t.” hahahaha
Text #4 - Pizza Douche - “Will that be pick up or delivery?” Weirdo ordering pizza - “Uh yeah, pretty shit canned, better make that delivery”
Text #5 - *name omitted* has a much bigger penis than I would’ve thought. cool.
Text #6 - I’ve never seen so many buttholes at one time before.
Text #7 - Ewww! *name omitted* just stuck his tongue down my throat after puking his guts out.
Text #8 - so many saggy tits, so few motorboats around.
Text #9 - guess I can cross “seeing a man defecate on a coffee table” off of my bucket list now.
Text #10 - Who’s car is this? I fucking hope I’m going home. need more weed.
And thats that. Still not totally sure what all went down, but by the looks of it, I had a great time.
This disturbs & excites me in equal measure.
tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
Dinosaur eating Robots.
Who are all these people I’m following? How long have I had this damn thing and not known it? Why is the sky blue? Seriously!
By the looks of it, I started this account like, 5 years ago. How did I remember my password? I’m some sort of genius! I’m going to have to charge people money to touch me now. How much sounds appropriate? $1,000,000? Yeah. Sounds good.
I will be singing a nursery rhyme medley in my sleep tonight as I dream dreams of you tumblr folk. This could be fun. Or it could send me over the edge. Wait and see.
This is so depressing lol …
A small village in Somerset has laid claim to the origin of the rhyme. The story told in Kilmersdon is that during 1697 the village was home to a young unmarried couple who did a lot of their courting up on a hill, away from the prying eyes of the local gossips.Consequently Jill became pregnant, but just before the baby was born Jack was killed by a rock that fell off the hill and landed on his head. Only days later, Jill also died in childbirth. It’s cheery stuff.