lethargy,self pity and bitch assness

Computer was so fed up with this depressing text it broke itself.  
See how long the library's last.  
It's been torturous lately like smooth contemporary supermarket kenny G.  
Extremely obese women with horrible, creeping, lower bacne in hip hugger, skinny jeans and half shirts  
and  
Men with tan, hairy, muscular thighs in daisy dukes everywhere on campus.  
Gotten too nauseated to even smoke a cigarette in this nightmare.  
 
Don't need to call me on all the wasted time.  
I'll go ahead and just rat on myself.  
I had been sitting there super glued to the same spot on the couch  
since the last time I got a paycheck like "didn't I have a class at this time last week too?"  
Chewin on my own arm, trying to find another way out,  
but it's always so sad or mad,  
or sick and tired.  
Another tragic tale of squandered youth and wasted potential.