#fat ones

[vintage-tigre]

[tteokdoroki]

deku eats the cum from your pussy!!! but he cums so much it’s enough to cover his freckles when he buries his face between your thighs </33

[bonk-69]

Boobs

[nevertrulyset]

"That's Galaxy-class to you, young lady!"

Record in my head has been broken since Thursday, February 16, 2023.

[chiripepe]

There's no meal that is not made better with a dozen large grilled shrimp heaped on top of it okay.

Let’s be real.

[myofilament]

6/18/14 16:20

FEELING: attempting to do many things at once to forget that I won't get what I want

I think I need a cigarette. I'm waiting until most of the people on the floor leave, as I keep up appearances as a smoke-free girl. I think Dr. C. knows, but he smokes as well so it's like we do a little head nod at each other each time one of us is smoking and it's like a nod between two people off to war who know they'll never return but they won't speak of their satiated bloodlust and expired dreams they left behind. So I'm trying to time when exactly I can go downstairs. 

I'm still thinking of the email fiasco and what a dipshit I am in general. I'm thinking that if I wait long enough the embarrassment and most importantly, the longing, will fade to a dull ache that will only be inflamed if I feel like torturing myself by looking back through my sent mail. Which I do, constantly. It's only a matter of time, as is everything. 

For example, I woke up at 6:00 AM and do you know what I did? I had no other thoughts but a wild need to check my email and see. Just see. Nothing. I threw my phone off the bed and went back to sleep and my alarm rang and rang and rang and finally I got tired of pressing snooze and the only reason I got up was literally I grew tired of doing that goddamn swipe motion with my finger. Literally the only reason I got out of bed.

Sent the girls off to slaughter two more chickens. Fat ones, I specified. Big fat breasts with lots of myosin. Our first purification didn't work (is anyone surprised???). The girls seemed rather more put out than I was, but then again they haven't failed at 90% of things in their life as I have. Does being used to failure make you work less hard, because you think it'll not work out in the end???? In relation to science, no. In relation to sending that fucking email, then yes. 

I am so restless. I am so tired of where I am and the people and the gas stations and the stores and the fields and the street names and the people and the people and I am mostly really tired of myself. 

I look pretty fresh today, per usual. My pants are falling off a bit. These goddamn black stretch pants I swear to God. If it's not hair in your face, it's pants off the ass. Belts just don't look good with t-shirts, alas. A great tragedy in these times. 

Samuel the chicken man seems like an interesting character. Like, I expected the Hutterites to be kind of solemn and questioning my moral character based on my appearance, but Samuel the chicken man was really fucking cool and he spoke with the kind of sarcasm where you think he's being serious but he's actually not which takes the kind of wit I can get behind. I gave him a 20 dollar tip for giving me chickens because I am 100% sure the science I'm doing is against his religion. But what the fuck do I know about Hutterites? Probably less than he knows about my science. 

I wonder if the myosin prep will work. The squirrel is still dead in my backyard. I haven't looked at it since yesterday. Though I know the approximate decay rate for a body that size, I still somehow think it will evaporate by tonight. So I don't have to deal with it. But the longer I wait, the worse it gets. Like many other things in life. 

[its--ok--to--shine]

Retail stores make me realize why I hated working in a retail store. If I drank every time an employee was a bitch I would be drunk enough to punch them all in the face. Basics. Get over yourself. You work at a thrift store. Not Chanel.