Beating Anorexia...

For the first time since late May, I will be returning to my home state. Not only that, but I will be returning to my hometown. That's fucking right, bitches. I'm coming home. On the train.

I've been racking my brain to think of luscious breasts things to do while on the train. So far I have come up with taking two mp3 players so I have plenty of music to listen to and battery life to last. I also plan on a seriously unhealthy amount of masturbation reading books. Hopefully it will be books and not just a book. If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments or get a hold of me. I've already taken a few.

I recently got a library card so I'll take suggestions even after this trip. It's also completely fine to carry on alcohol with you and I have a giant bottle of John Dewar's and also a giant bottle of Knob Creek. I plan on passing out in the aisle, sans pants sipping on that and maybe partaking in incomprehensible mumbling a conversation full of witty banter.

Either way, it's going to be great to return home. I'm all growed up, or so I should be. I also miss shooting things, which isn't nearly as fucking easy as it is in Eastern Montana. Don't think I've forgotten how filthy of a cumbucket you are western Montana. Slut.

Maybe I'll see some of you. I probably won't see most of you. You know, those fucking bushes outside your window do a good job of obstructing my view.

Labels: going home HOORAY, long train trip a comin', the crossed out stuff is probably closer, washington is kind of gay