Everything about you repulses me. Your taste in books. Magician detectives? Really? Shitty thrift store reject furniture. Christmas lights as permanent decoration - and they're just strewn about all shittily. Bullshit pseudo-hipster-pseudo-trendy half-assed ironic tattoos - that aren't even cared for. Obnoxious glasses. Heavy lipstick that's not good on you, in conjunction with apparently zero fucks given about the rest of your appearance. The mental hospital haircut. Trashing your earlobes like it's 2005. The """artsy""" way you wrote on your $65 fair trade, gluten free, recycled paper blowjob of a notebook. They way your fingernails remind me of a kindergarten age girl's. The obvious disregard for your own physical health. Seriously, the very best thing I can say is that I assume the doorknob in the background works the same way as other doorknobs. You are why porn exists.
Seriously, the very best thing I can say is that I assume the doorknob in the background works the same way as other doorknobs.