it’s fuckin’.
F-U-C-K-I-N-‘
not fucken, ok? it’s just FUCKING NOT FUCKEN!!! GAH! and that goes for all -ing words that you drop the ‘g’ on.
chillin’
illin’
bangin’
drinkin’
eatin’
sleepin’
screwin’
rockin’
doin’
kickin’
etc. etc. etc.
and of course, motherfuckin’ fuckin’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
god, what the fuck is wrong with people?!?!?!
ETA: i fucking LOVED that book
this, is quite possibly the greatest site ever:
DINOFARM!
i could easily, EASILY, see myself spending entire paychecks here. it would be utterly fantabulous! dinosaurs, RAWR!!!
do you see the collection of SQUOOSHY DINOSAURS???!!?!??!?!
DO YOU!?!?!
omg you can squoosh them! i want i want i want! it is all just too wonderful to comprehend.
DINOSAURS!
The Knee has struck vengeance on me for some unknown offense, 3 days running now. i am drugged, i am braced, i am ever-so-careful where/how i walk and such.
but it is useless. futile. The Knee doesn’t give the slightest shit one way or another, it has determined that i’m destined to suffer and suffer greatly.
i fucking hate this shit. it happens all the god damned time and i am getting so sick of it. totally inconvenient when you live up all the stairs in the damned world…
now i’m moderately crippled, irritable, annoyed by the heavy-duty neoprene action i got going on. sexxxytime, obviously.
ugh.
