December 15, 2011
I slipped on some fucking hair gel at work the other night and now they wont let me dance for a week. Assholes. I’m not even scratched, but whatever. At least I’m getting paid to sit at home and do drugs for free. Anyways, I woke up at my usual time, around noon, extremely pissed off that the sun decided to rise and whoever is responsible for my fucked up life let me live another day. I took some of my newly prescribed back ache drugs and suddenly had this insane urge to get my face into some panties, which being a fucking hot ass bitch, I have plenty, but after getting through my dirty laundry basket I had to find something else. God damn. I felt like it would suddenly be OK to die and be buried in a coffin stuffed with panties. Before I knew it I found myself running through traffic to get to fucking Victoria’s Secret so I could “try on” some new crap that would hopefully curb my desires to cram every woman’s crotch into my face over and over again… Anyways I didn’t get that far, I ran into an Ex in the subway that I remembered her having quite a nice collection of her own underoos so I traded her some of my painkillers for a quick tour and now i’m sitting at home fucking disgusted with myself for ever setting out on a mission to sniff fucking underwear. I hope I can get back to work soon, my ass is getting fat from not shaking it in asshole creepers faces every night. 

I slipped on some fucking hair gel at work the other night and now they wont let me dance for a week. Assholes. I’m not even scratched, but whatever. At least I’m getting paid to sit at home and do drugs for free. Anyways, I woke up at my usual time, around noon, extremely pissed off that the sun decided to rise and whoever is responsible for my fucked up life let me live another day. I took some of my newly prescribed back ache drugs and suddenly had this insane urge to get my face into some panties, which being a fucking hot ass bitch, I have plenty, but after getting through my dirty laundry basket I had to find something else. God damn. I felt like it would suddenly be OK to die and be buried in a coffin stuffed with panties. Before I knew it I found myself running through traffic to get to fucking Victoria’s Secret so I could “try on” some new crap that would hopefully curb my desires to cram every woman’s crotch into my face over and over again… Anyways I didn’t get that far, I ran into an Ex in the subway that I remembered her having quite a nice collection of her own underoos so I traded her some of my painkillers for a quick tour and now i’m sitting at home fucking disgusted with myself for ever setting out on a mission to sniff fucking underwear. I hope I can get back to work soon, my ass is getting fat from not shaking it in asshole creepers faces every night.