F I in the A

If improv had teeth i'd fucking kick them in. I'm pissed at that bitch. I've turned into a steam roller that just talks about vaginas. I don't know why? It used to just be southern accents and dropped offers. Now it's aggressive vagina talk. I want it to be casual gift giving and receiving. Like a nice Sunday brunch that your funniest friends go to but instead i'm the drunk asshole at the party. I'm sure not completely but that's what it feels like right now. I want to throw in the towel but I'm sure this is one of those times in life where you're supposed to stick it out and learn a lesson. I did that in a cartoon class in highschool and I can draw people better now. I just feel like I ate garlic and everyone at the gym knows that I stink except for me. Bullshit.