Mortuary Make-Up Sex

now that i've killed your arguement, safely go fuck yourself.

today was sexy. there was a storm and it rained like prince (sorry: artist formerly known as). today also came with a fucking hilarious "two cents" from some anonymous shit with a sense of humor bordering on the darkness of mine.

i chuckled, i laughed, i think i pee'd a little. it was good times.

thank you to everyone who has stopped in, even that pervert from indonesian who somehow found this blog by googling "choke the fuck out of her while we fuck". you are the salt of the earth, every single one of you. i do this for fun, yes it is true, but it feels nice to know that it may bring some laughs to those having a shitty day. laughter is the best medicine, however, a man's laughter is one space away from manslaughter.

a super special thanks to three people in particular:

Justin from RVA who is "SHRED WHITE AND BLUE" and said this via Facebook:

"dude, never stop writing on curiosity in the curtains.
it is strangely addictive to read to the point where it
pretty much just consumed an hour of my time just before
sending this message without knowing that time went by. haha."

and

Amanda from RVA who schooled me, again, with:

"okay, i understand the punctuation thing but you're no better considering there is no apostrophe in 'yours'."

and finally

Anonymous Poster from "Re-Traumatization" for the comment that made me pee a little. whoever you are, there is a special crippled guardian angel watching out for you too.

thats my spewage for the evening.

again, thank you all for reading and continuing to read even if you think i'm an asshole. it's okay, i already know it and accept it as my role in life.

Dax.

PS: i think a counter is in order, a "___ Days Without Crazy Bitch Attack" sign off.