My Greasy Grief

(Previously, in my life: http://www.destructoid.com/blogs/My+Enormous+Hairy+Downstairs+Kitchen/my-life-15-30-feb-19-18-48-feb-23-243006.phtml)









































































WHAT WASN’T ENOUGH FOR YOU????????

THE FOOD??? I DIDN’T EAT FOR A MONTH SO YOU WOULD HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT WHEN YOU CAME

THE BRA?????? IT WAS MY LATE SISTER’S TRAINING BRA- SHE NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO GROW BIGGER

WHAT WAS IT THAT DIDN’T MEET YOUR STANDARDS HOLMES? THE HOUSE I BUILT WITH MY OWN FUCKING HANDS??????



WAS IT MY FACE?????? WAS IT MY FUCKING UGLY, FUCKING FUCKING FACE???????????

I WANT YOU INSIDE MY FACE

I’VE HAD MY LIPS READY SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN



I BET YOU THINK I’M A BAD KISSER WELL I’M NOT MY SISTER LET ME PRACTISE LOADS OF TIMES

I practise on myself now.

And when I close my eyes, YOUR LIPS ARE ALL I KNOW



DON’T YOU WANT TO KISS ME JONATHAN????
DON’T YOU WANT TO FUCK MY FACE??????

WHY DON’T YOU WANT TO FUCK MY FUCKING FACE????????




IT TOOK ME SOME TIME, BUT I CHANGED IT, I CHANGED IT FOR YOU JONATHAN
I’VE MADE IT SO MUCH NICER FOR YOU, IT FEELS LIKE BEING INSIDE A GIRL
DON’T BE AFRAID!!!!! COME INSIDE!!!!!!



YOU CAN REST YOUR BALLS IN HERE



WHILE YOU FUCK MY NOSE
















Jonathan, I think you should know that I’m crying as I’m writing this. I’ve been crying the last half hour as I’ve uploaded the photos to Flickr. I love you so much, and I can’t bear the thought of you not loving me. I don’t think I can physically bear the weight of my grief.
Your rejection hit me hard. I think you can sense that. And I know I’ll get over you; I’ll find a new 30-something videogame blogger to pine over. But it won’t be the same.

I’m glad I’m doing this.
I know when I wake up sober tomorrow afternoon, I’ll regret everything I’ve posted here tonight. But right now, I’m glad. I’m glad you can see me, see how much I have to give, see how vulnerable I make myself for your love. And I’m glad to know that in a few months’ time, when Ian Bogost and I are spooning, I can look back and remember. I can read this and see- see how you tunnelled inside my heart, see how passionately I fought to make you mine.
I love you so, so much.

But I recognise I might not be enough for you.


















WILL TWO OF ME CUT IT? DOUBLE COCK, DOUBLE BUTT, DOUBLE GREASY FUCKING MOLE- I’VE GOT SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU JONATHAN, YOU JUST NEED TO COME AND CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!!!!!!!!
WE’LL BOTH BE WAITING!!!!!!!! WE’LL NEVER STOP WAITING!!!!!!






WON’T YOU FEED ME JONATHAN?
FILL ME – I’M SO FUCKING HUUUUUUNGRYYYYYYYYYYY