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Burn in hell

Posted: November 18, 2015 in otiose
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Burn in hell.  I wish I believed in hell so I could hope for you to spend eternity burning.  Instead, I hope you die a slow, miserable, cancerous death.  Thanks, boss.  I have 12 more days eating your shit and I only work with you 5 too many.  Do your worst…provided you aren’t already.



Posted: June 6, 2014 in otiose

At my heaviest, I weighted 100kg (220lbs).
That was a long time ago.
At my least healthy, I weighed 58kg (128lbs).
That wasn’t quite as long ago, but it was still a long time ago.
I didn’t even want to lose that weight.
It crashed from 81kg (180lbs) in a year and I could see upper ribs
lower ribs
hip bones
It was just as gross as any extra rolls ever were.

I just didn’t fucking care.

My body has been through a lot, and the most unhealthy images are what stick with me.
At either extreme.

It’s a struggle to give a shit.

What the fuck do you know?

Posted: May 29, 2014 in otiose

I don’t know shit about shit.
I’m quick to admit it in this kind of confrontation.

Don’t make this about me.

In a pretty direct way, you’re right.
I wasn’t there.
I haven’t lived your life.
I’m not inside your head now.

I honestly don’t know shit about shit.

Is that enough of a reason to push me away?
Do you think you know everything there is to know about me?
Is it fucking necessary to know?

Why is this such a common issue with people?
Hey asshole, we’re all fucking damaged goods.
We’ve all had some kind of dark, ugly shit that pops up from time to time.

Talk about it or don’t.
Lose your shit once in a while, but don’t you fucking take it out on me
Expecting me to internalize it and spit out an airtight solution
to your fucking problems

because I don’t know shit about shit.


Posted: October 28, 2013 in otiose

You keep killing the rabbits
but everyone trusts you.

I don’t like that.

I don’t want to hurt you, but you leave me very few alternatives.
What would I be like if I didn’t express my road rage?

I paid most of the bills late this month.

I like ice cream.

I care about the rabbits, and that’s my downfall.
They don’t talk to me.
We’re not friends.

There simply is no trusting you.

At this rate…

Posted: October 1, 2013 in otiose

I guess I’ll be looking forward to that 1% tax fee tacked onto 2014.

Boris…taking a nap.

Posted: August 18, 2013 in otiose

Boris...taking a nap.

Dave’s a great guy.

Posted: July 14, 2013 in otiose
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When it’s three in the morning, I don’t want to hear about how fucking amazing it is hanging out with Dave.
Fuck Dave.
If you’d rather expound upon Dave’s brilliance in the drunken hours of the morning than talk to me at a normal time, fucking hang out with Dave.
Hang out with him exclusively for the rest of the goddamned week, because I don’t fucking want to hear about you and Dave.
Davie what a crock of shit.

Fuck you.