"You're everything I want and nothing I need..."

We are watching that damn MTV show about fake high school dancers/musicians. "You're everything I want and nothing I need" Uh oh uh oh uh oh.
By we, I mean myself, Nic, and Alyssa. Not Heather. Because Heather is a stupid cunt. Or crewing. Whatever.
Tequila and pink lemonade,
sore throat sniffle and blow.
Orange pants, gray pants.
Blue shirts all around.
The jewish spinner
is for dinner.
Millionaire matchmaker takes the stage.
You're a bitch.
Oh dear. Easter Sunday. Everyone's gone. Carolyn's here working. By working I mean sitting, watching Desperate Housewives, drinking beer. Oh fuck it, I worked a little. Productive Productive Productive. Feels so good, hate that it does.
Let us take bets... paper done... tomorrow at noon? Tomorrow night? Will I find another wind after this beer to write miraculous words concerning the role of improvisation in dance technique? I hate dance technique anyway. That's not true. I hate cocky diva know it alls, but that's beside the point. Hmm, almost midnight, my new daily sudoku will be up soon. Then maybe I'll write 300 words more.

A little evidence.
I don't have pictures of the bruises.
I don't have documents citing the injured spirits and dreams destroyed.
I do, however, have evidence of Sid on the floor, after a throw down.
That's me, leaving her giggling on the ground.
I also have a snippet.
Of our love.

Advice? I got it.

And for you:

Any foul smell seeping from your pores, accumulating especially in soft tissue folds, such as armpits, behind the knees, and between the cheeks of your butt can typically be eliminated with soap, in either gel or bar form. If the foul smell lingers and begins to affect your daily activities, sexual health, or personality. It is time to see a doctor.

The doctor will likely tell you to shut the fuck up and stop your whining, because it's your own damn fault that you have a foul personality. It's your fault that you don't want to have any fun and you can't take anything like you take shots.
Doc'd tell you that you complain too much and have nothing short of stupid ideas. Doc would smack you in the face for your creepy fingers and knock you out if the appointment took more than an hour.
I have advice for you

Any type of foul odor is indicative of infection and needs to be evaluated by a doctor. A doctor will need to perform and evaluation to determine what type of infection is present, so the proper treatment can be prescribed. The two most common infections are yeast and bacterial vaginosis. A yeast infection has symptoms of a yeast type odor, itching around the vaginal opening and surrounding area, and a cottage cheese type discharge. BV has a fishy type odor, and the discharge can either be yellow, green, or white. In the meantime, make sure you eat a balanced diet. Cotton underwear is also helpful in preventing moisture from developing. Make sure after going to the bathroom that you wipe from front to back. In the mean time refrain from any type of douching, as douching can not only disrupt the normal pH of your body, but can also make it more open to infection. Avoid use of any types of feminine sprays, talcs etc as they can also disrupt the normal balance. Also avoid any type of scented toilet paper.
Fucking Bitch Ass Cunt Slut Vagina Piece Of Shit Asshole Not Big Enough Dick Whore

Why the fuck do we wear wedding rings?!?!?! Because the fucking north African old time folk believed the circle was a sign of eternity... therefore representing love. Fuck why not a bracelet? Necklace? Halo? Handcuffs? Get fucking creative lunatics. God Damnit.

FUCK YOU
I love Hippos.
I might commit suicide tonight.... and if not.... I'll probably do something really really dumb.
I don't mind saying this cause no one reads this shit anyways. Assholes.
I don't fucking care what you think about me. Honestly I don't. You're a whore.
I sometimes wish I had a dick so i could slap you with it.
I think you smell like dick clarks tiny dinglberry.
I never wanted to be your friend.
I love seals.

Was he Dierk?

Or Miguel?

Aside: Put puppy ad in book.

Umbrella. My Umbrella.

"A negative is thirsty..."

When did suspenders hit the hay, anyway? Don't we all need our pants held up? I've been using my sweat pants draw, but it creates an unwanted home boy slump. I hate the home boy slump.
Now let's stop eating ice and bitch slapping, because millionaire matchmaker is on, and so is taking the stage. And Heather Smith's got her umbrella all fucked up but nobody cares because so-and-so is crying about not being memorized.