gchatting with my mother.
I’m realizing now that I might only talk about feces up in here, but whatever. This morning, Sam thought I had left for work. hahaha I needed to grab some frizz-ease from teh bathroom casue my shit was already outta control. I knew our roommate Claudia was still asleep, so I just opened the door.
This morning I was showering and Sam needed to take a dump. I could tell from the smell of sulfur that he lit matches the entire time he went. Afterward he couldn’t help but showing off. ”Hey Rose, my poo puts your poo to shame” I peeked out. It was a lot of poo. I guess I forgot to tell you guys about last week when I first took the most pathetic little terd and sent a pic to Sam (it was my first time doing this. sending a pic of poop) and then a few hours later (and a few cups of coffee later) I had such a fulfilling duke, so I sent him that pic too (it was really impressive) —- So anyway. I looked at Sam’s poop this morning. True love people, true love.
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This morning I almost accidently sent Sam’s mom text message that said “I’m so stoned and afraid to get up from my desk because I am insecure about my new boots” — Thats right. At 10 am, I almost sent my man’s mother a text message about how stoned I was at my workplace. Wouldn’t that have been awesome? I also am wearing a pair of jeans that fits me on a skinny day. Guess what? I’m not having a fucking skinny day. Therefore, I have a camel toe I need to keep totally under wraps. I literally feel like my vagina is suffocating. I also have the sorest spots on my sides from my undies being crammed into my muffin top. It’s almost purple. Will this cause significant damage to my lady parts? I really can’t wait for this day to be over. I’m so uncomfortable.
Poop. BO. Hairy pits and ingrown hair. CHA CHA CHA.