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(Thursday, November 10, 2005)like the beginning off all typical stories, it all starts with a chuck of boredom bigger than typical ass crack.
mine starts by having the best friend calling me a pervert for 2 straight days not knowing why. like you know, 'you pervert!'. being platonic friends with zoe for ages, i have no idea what the fucking hell she was trying to hint. if you call that hinting. so i thought she might have meant it in a complimentary way; 'like wow, you perv, your porn collection is overwhelming...LIEW, YOU PERV, rawrrrr!'
ok, i take that back. what the fuck was i thinking. not that.
so i had to live in the endeavour of mental misery and torment for 30 something hours, not fucking knowing why did the best friend mean by officially annoucing that i'm a fucking pervert. hey, i am a pervert (hell yeah!) but you don't have to remind me every 20 minutes that i'm one...that's not politically right. like if you fart in an elevator, you don't go telling the hot redhead next to you that you've just decreased your bowel pressure. it's redundant. people will know anyways.
so i gave up and assure myself that zoe might have the impression that i'm watching porn every moment of my life so i'm a big fucking pervert. and in that case, i do so, fair enough, case close. the end.
as assurring as the thought might be, it is visibly a self taught denial assumption i've medicated upon. living in denial is more comforting than being in a pool with girls in see-through bikini. then i checked the mail that zoe had asked me to read for a thousand times since monday for no significant reason at all.
then i saw the this photo.
there you go. my eyes rading into the rachel's chest. the classic euphorical pervert facial expression, remained in a frame.
i got an explanation.
my eyes suddenly went riot because some dust from the air flew into it and i had to get the right angle for air condition to wash (blow) away the dust, which explains the tilted head. touching the eyes with germful unwashed fingers is downright unhygenic. the occurred expression because i'm getting a blow job from the air-conditioning system, which in the end, manage to wash of the dirt.
