eating pieces of scab. turkey baster enemas. snorting maker's mark.
this and the fact that i can't do anything relevant while i sit here for 8 hours, waiting to do nothing of significance once i get home.
i really should be a tranny. only, i have a face that's not really cut out to be a girl only slightly more than it's not cut out to be a man's.
but seriously, maybe silicon will fill my void. it's hard not to have meaning with boobs AND a penis.
like orphaned Brazilian mutants. only without anything to gird their loins...
i'd like to see the force do this
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