Don’t let this chain of love end witch y’alls
Skydiving, para-sailing, scuba diving, parachuting, bungee jumping, rock climbing… What do all of thesse nihilistic activities have in common? They were invented by and are largely practiced by White People With Too Much Time On Their Hands (WPWTMTOTH). Only WPWTMTOTH would find such spectacularly morbid ways to generate endorphins. Fun borne of the fear of death, as it were.
You see, white people have it pretty good on Earth. Pretty much anywhere you go, it sure helps if you’re white. The lack of violent racism to which white folks are exposed causes them to grow bored and listless. That’s when they invent shit like tying a rubber cord to your ankle and hurling yourself off a 700-foot bridge in the Amazaon.
Well, this white person just doesn’t get it, and never will, muchas gracias.
I had a couple cocktails then toggled back and forth between "Breakfast at Tiffany’s" and "Friday After Next" on Sunday before heading out to the T-dance. Interesting combo to juxtapose, sho nuff.
Cats are like living pillows. I really miss having one.
I posted the ad for my new roomie. The responses thus far–and granted it’s only been in hour–have been less than impressive. I’m actually feeling a little nervous that I won’t find someone, but then I just have to remind myself how things were ’round this time last year. Calamities up the ass. My only problem at present is worrying I won’t find someone as fun-minded as myself, which is not a problem but a fucking whim, so hush, I says.
