Ahhhhhh-Freak OUT!

Holy shit, it’s over, holy shit, it’s over, holy shit, it’s over holy shit…..

It’s like the first time you went to the beach (and if you weren’t some spoiled piece of shit), you’ll remember that even if you were facing the sandy shore of a river, lake, or the sea that when that first wave of water hit you as you ventured forth under the deep blue sky littered with clouds, that your heart and lungs froze on the spot and your whole world opened up, and the fear of the water ahead combined with the exhilaration of this newly-found sensation was the beginning of awesome possibilitites and just as much fear.

And the bitch writing the words you are reminiscing to is a sad woman who wants what she wants and knows that unless she can find a man to “tame” her, she will go on breaking the spirits of those who try. Oh, and she’s trite.