What is it with that fucked-up cross dresser? Why does that big-balled homo treat adequately-adiposed me like a leper?
MISTER goody-tooshoos treats me like he's the most supreme being in the whole wide world and i, his footrest..
just because i don't fulfill HIS every fantasy, just because i don't physically fight HIM back, and just because i don't give HIM that mean, discerning look doesn't give HIM the right to treat me like a throwrag..
magpasalamat siya at mapagpasensiya ako...
woe is me.. woe is me..
Tuesday, March 08, 2005 at 1:05 PM