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How exactly does this blog work? I don't use computers.... What the fuck? Why is it ty- Oh... My fingers are moving.
So what? Do I like... Tell my life story?
.... I met Remi today. I thought he was a woman. The bastard kept playing with me. Breathing over my face and what not. It's almost like he's never met a gay person before...
Hey, where's the button to erase what I just said?
Hello?
Screw you guys then....
Intram gives me the creeps. He really needs to eat more... And maybe get braces. But I suppose he's nice enough... He didn't tease me like Remi did... Asshole. I ask myself... Why am I typing this shit out about pilots when I'm halfway putting my posters and crap on the wall? It makes it look like I have no life... Which I do.
I'm so not used to the chairs here. They're too small for my ass and I keep tripping over the fucking legs. To hell with them. One day I'll break one and laugh... Yeah, take that you shitty chairs.
I'm just going to stop now... because I want to change out of this two sizes too small uniform. I'm 6'4" and weigh 189lbs. You'd think they'd have uniforms my size... I mean, I'm not the only tall, muscular one here... am I? That's freaky. I'm leaving before I scare myself.
~*Tore Chehade