I just wanted to share my situation with you guys. It's not that late yet, y'no, it's like what, 1:25? I'm not tired yet, yeaaah I know, it's cooool.
However. When the time comes and I'm tired:
Before going to sleep, I have to surmount a terrifying obstacle.
God, fucking, dammit. This is my third night going through this shit. I'm not getting better at it, it's not getting better at me. This crap isn't doing anything either. It's landed I have to keep tabs on how many times I crap each day. Is it too much to ask to have a normal bathroom life? I don't care for a social life, a sex life, a work life, whatever, just let me fucking crap in peace.
Let's go through the steps of administering my treatment
1. Make room on the floor.
2. Pull down my Montreal Canadiens underwear.
3. Shake bottle, remove cap.
4. Locate entry point.
5. Infiltrate subject.
6. Squeeze that mutha fuckin' substance in there.
7. Remain in position for THIRTY MINUTES
8. Fall asleep and dream of greener pastures
And I said substance, and not liquid, cuz it is a substance. As if jamming a goddamn probe in your ass wasn't disturbing enough, the solution is thick white and creamy.
Well I tell ya, yep, uhhm, Tchaaaaaaaaaaa.........
IN OTHER NEEEEEWS.. hm, well, really do I ever talk about useful or non-discusting stuff? Of course I don't!