I Don't Want The Shit Loved and Toleranted Out of Me
Ok, so I was walking down the street of my hometown Chicago. It was an average day, a Thursday, and I was walking back from 7/11 carrying my bags of chips, soda and other stuff, like the condoms I’ll probably never use. I know my life is sad.
As I entered my apartment, which is on the sixth floor, and since the elevators were down for maintenance, I was quite winded by the time I unlocked my door and made my way inside. I am by no means fat, or overweight, just haven’t exercised in a month. Or two. Okay! Fine! 6 months! I just have the geek sort of body-type.
After closing the door with my foot, a walked down the short hallway to the kitchen, where I put the bags down on the counter for my mom to sort through later. Taking everything I didn’t want her to see, of course.
I went into my room and shut the door, then turned on my computer. Thankfully it had Windows 8 Shit Edition so it started up in about fifteen seconds, during that time I hid my newly acquired valuables somewhere I won’t tell you about.
I came back across my room from the hiding spot, and sat down at my computer and starting Google Chrome where I clicked one of the icons that showed my most visited pages. FIMFiction.com. And started another tab to YouTube. Quickly I searched “MLP season 4 episode 21” since I haven’t finished watching the whole season yet. Yes, yes I know my life is sad.
After watching the episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic in blind commentary since I can’t find it any other way, and reading some chapters of my favorite stories, I decided it was time to go to bed at 1:30 A.M. I undressed, brushed my teeth, and jerked off to a mental image of Twilight Sparkle in erotic lingerie while in the shower. Then slid into bed with my favorite micro-fiber blanket over top of me, and slowly let the hardships of life slide off me as I receded down to the dreamscape.
