Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo, Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi, qui me ex versiculis meis putastis, quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum. Nam castum esse decet pium poetam ipsum, versiculos nihil necesse est; qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem, si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici, et quod pruriat incitare possunt, non dico pueris, sed his pilosis qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos. Vos, quod milia multa basiorum legistis, male me marem putatis?
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.
So… basically this guy who wrote this was called weak, and was told his poems were too soft..
and the translation of this poem is literally ” I WILL SODOMIZE YOU AND FACE-FUCK YOU, YOU COCK SUCKER”
It’s always best to grab a big comfy sweater. So that is exactly what I did, I mean I don’t want to get any sicker right? So I thought. Turns out that my sweater is probably as big as me if I had someone tall enough to hold it up and compare it. Now I look like I am running around in my boyfriends sweater. I don’t have a boyfriend. and I don’t have a sweater that fits. How nice.
What I do have is a pesky cold, that is not allowing my voice to become whole again.
I was 1, in Albania, and I woke up to an empty house. I somehow managed to crawl out my crib, and yell “mom”, “dad” and ” Lola” everywhere in the house. Right before I bust out in tears, thinking they left me, my sister walked through the front door with a pile of bananas.
Today, I managed to exacerbate the soar throat I had by not sleeping and making my room into an industrial sized refrigerator. Today, I managed to go to the doctor and get 2 more prescription medications on top of the two I am already forced to take for the rest of my life.
Today, I managed to re-stock the bathroom on much needed supplies and actually buy something I’ve need for a while.
And today, I managed to get a whole lot done with myself half-conscious and my stomach half full of drugs.
Ah, Medicine, I love how you can make everything all right, I wish I could say the same to you, Life.
Yes, I did quote Asher Roth for that Title. It’s been about a week since my classes started and I have immediately fallen in love. This is the stuff you wait for your entire life, this moment right here, and I want it to last FOREVER. I like that everyone is smart, I like that the teachers are strict, I even like that the work load is a shit load. The freedom is amazing. It feels like the world is at your finger tips, spinning like a basketball, perfectly balanced and hard to manage, but oh so gratifying. To know that you can keep spinning it, regardless of gravity, now that, thats what I have been waiting for.