The Horribleness
Sometimes, during the monotonous hours of adulthood, I can’t help but think what a horrible person I am. I don’t mean this in the “clubbing baby seals” way, but in a more general “you’re not living up to expectations” way. It could be a psychological shortcoming, thinking that I’m never good enough. More likely, though, it’s the truth.
The Heavy Burden
I am a fat fuck.
Well, maybe I’m not as much of a fat fuck as I used to be. But, I’m still fat. Something really needs to be done.
Srsly.
