So It Goes Like This
1-i have a cracked lip. chap stick isnt working. and i know its not because im dehydrated like usual. im drinking water like a fucking camel.
2- work is a pain in the ass. its never occured to me how important working a job that you love...or that pays in the hundreds an hour, is. ive only been working at this place for what? 5 months. and it makes me want to come home and accidentally fall off of a bridge. ive been stuck in a rut of wake up, work, hate working and hate the so-called-assistant-foreman i have. he is bullshit. he is the epitome of everything i hate in my life. he lies, he acts tough, and he talks behind your back, but when confronted will resort back to lying. i wouldnt mind if he got in a car wreck on they way to work.
working on the weekend is also bullshit. its my 2 day escape from hell. this weekend it was my 2 day nothing special about it non escape from hell.
last night i went to buzzards. i really love that place. it makes me happy. or at the least, content. i bought the josie and the pussycats soundtrack. however, it wasnt as fulfilling as i had originally thought. its basically the first song and the josie and the pussycats theme song that are good. oh well, 6 bucks can go to supporting that store anyway. they had dcfc the photo album there. it was a good find.
is this my life? have the lines been crossed between mine and anothers? this cant be right. there needs to be more substance. more excitement. more enjoyment. then i will take it and call it my own. my life is basically the bastard stepchild i never wanted. which, depending on how you look at it, could make me a bastard as well. take the bull by the horns eh? maybe ill take the bull by the horns. take the fucking bull by the horns and ride him off of a god damned cliff, onto a tepee full of native americans. at least then ill have 3 ways to go. a) the fall. b) the bull landing on me. c) irate indians pissed because my huge ass bull crushed theyre home and spilled their basket of maiz. fucking cowboys and indians.
suck my gay.
E>James
2- work is a pain in the ass. its never occured to me how important working a job that you love...or that pays in the hundreds an hour, is. ive only been working at this place for what? 5 months. and it makes me want to come home and accidentally fall off of a bridge. ive been stuck in a rut of wake up, work, hate working and hate the so-called-assistant-foreman i have. he is bullshit. he is the epitome of everything i hate in my life. he lies, he acts tough, and he talks behind your back, but when confronted will resort back to lying. i wouldnt mind if he got in a car wreck on they way to work.
working on the weekend is also bullshit. its my 2 day escape from hell. this weekend it was my 2 day nothing special about it non escape from hell.
last night i went to buzzards. i really love that place. it makes me happy. or at the least, content. i bought the josie and the pussycats soundtrack. however, it wasnt as fulfilling as i had originally thought. its basically the first song and the josie and the pussycats theme song that are good. oh well, 6 bucks can go to supporting that store anyway. they had dcfc the photo album there. it was a good find.
is this my life? have the lines been crossed between mine and anothers? this cant be right. there needs to be more substance. more excitement. more enjoyment. then i will take it and call it my own. my life is basically the bastard stepchild i never wanted. which, depending on how you look at it, could make me a bastard as well. take the bull by the horns eh? maybe ill take the bull by the horns. take the fucking bull by the horns and ride him off of a god damned cliff, onto a tepee full of native americans. at least then ill have 3 ways to go. a) the fall. b) the bull landing on me. c) irate indians pissed because my huge ass bull crushed theyre home and spilled their basket of maiz. fucking cowboys and indians.
suck my gay.
E>James