fuck teen angst

Creating an actual blog has been on my to do list for quite a while now. Iv'e just been waiting for a day were I'm stoned enough to know what to write. Who knew that it would be today? Blogs are perfect for assholes like me who don't know when there becoming too offensive or taboo. Who knew that people would get offended by what I of all people say. Take my english teacher Miss Frankl for example. She gave us an assignment over winter break. We had to write a story. It could be about ANYTHING. I took this into consideration as I wrote my paper. My story was about a teen boy with a drug problem. Though I didn't use my name in the story, there were some clues that the main character was based on me, I didn't make it too obvious. So the papers deadline was coming up and my story dragged on a little too far...39 pages to be exact. Caught in the moment i decided to cut more than half of my story and the only way I could think of by doing that was by killing the main character. Now Miss Frankl thinks I'm a "troubled kid" and goes out of her way to complement me everyday. I'm not going to lie I have my fair share of problems but hey, life wouldnt be interesting if we weren't all fucked up in the head would it? But what really makes my blood boil, are stupid people who can't take the real world seriously. I guess I can apologize to Miss Frankl for the paper. But that would mean I would have to apologize for looking like the Michelin tire man. The woman is like 60 and she's just grossly overweight. Her chins have their own. Which leads me to the reason I'm writing this blog: How do really fat people take baths or showers?