Masturbatory Euphemism Fête tomorrow. But Im feeling icky and cranky today.
I havent even planned my ahn-sahm-blah.
Feeling bloated, thick and slow, like a marshmallow in the microwave.
Bruce McCulloch from Kids in the Hall said it best:
When Youre Fat
I know its hard
When youre fat
And alone
And no ones around to know you
And you lock up your bike
And it falls down.
When youre fat
And alone
And youre on a diet
For no one
And on your birthday
Only your mother calls.
She says Hap
Hap-pee
Happy birthday, Pumpkin
I wont talk long
I bet theres someone in your bed.
When youre fat
You live alone
But you share a bathroom
You walk through the halls
With your toilet paper in your hands.
And later on
You phone
Your friend who lives in Vancouver
And you talk at length
About her little kids.
And you stop
At the shop
With wedding dresses staring at you
And you think to yourself
I better take a wok cooking class.
I know its hard
When youre all alone
Havent had sex
For a year now
I know its hard
When you walk alone
Ive seen you at the antique flea market.
Life is sad
When you wear
Sweatpants and a raincoat
And you walk unescorted
And you go into bad curves.
And you buy
Yourself
Some corn chips and some seltzer
And you go home and eat them
While you read junk mail.
And later on
Your hand
It moves under the covers
And after youve cum
You think about your student loan.
I know its hard
When youre all alone
I know its hard
For you.
Thanks, Bruce.
Visit the Marquis Crush o the Week. I miss you, baby.
DJ, SAVE my life! Wanna feel like a Marquis? Download the music hes listening to. But do it quickly. This mp3 will be erased at the next diary entry because were stealing bandwidth, here. (If you missed one in the past, email me well work something out.) TODAY: Bruce McCulloch, duh, When Youre Fat (2 MB).
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