About two hours into reading any book, there is a peculiar sensation in the body of being lifted upwards off one's seat. This effect is usually strengthened by caffeine or alcohol.

Flesh.

Having Eggs Benedih

My female stalker unfollowed me because of this.

he has alot of male stalkers because he is gay

In Typee, Herman Melville confesses his constitutional distaste for cats in general, which may be a reason that the toxoplasmotic intelligentsia, projecting their sexuality onto him, call him homoerotic out of spite.

Having milk and pizza because I am a retarded chud.

Moby-Dick taught me how to read.

Having three months of waiting and procrastination pushed into the space of forty-eight hours, I elect instead to strip myself of clothes and lie in the sun.

I am retarded today.

Proto-post modern meta fiction.

I will not be pursuing a career in academia beyond an undergraduate degree.

I would prefer not to.