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i hate that life is gay.
ya know, like in a bad way. fuckers. everyone who has former att wireless and calls to complain. everyone who is too busy being upset that cingular isn't offering as great a deal to be greatful that former att wireless didn't just go bankrupt and everyone lose all service and oh well. and no-they don't owe you a free razr. you dont get a free flat-panel tv from brighthouse bc you've used their cable for years. so stop fucking complaining and be thankful they can get you a discount.
i hate that i have to work.
oo, i'm in a hateful mood.
i feel crazy, manic, giggly...
wow...i'm really losing it aren't i?
grrrrr...some more.
i think i wish i were a gay boy. i think it would be fun but i don't want a penis or butt sex. hmmm...
i wish i were skinny like gay boys tend to be.
they have nice knees.
i hate having this cough. i hate working this late. i hate ranting this way. i hate not being able to shower. i hate not having time to do shit and sleep. i hate that caffine isn't enough anymore. i hate that coke makes me emotional. i hate that i'm insignificant when i want to be significant and significant when i want to disappear. it's so tiring. but i'm complaining. who the fuck cares right?
who the fuck gives a fuck
about me...
im staring down a semi
and i'm don't really want to try
to move
cuz i love
to think i'm that i'm above
anything
everything
it ain't no thing
but i'm a fool
and i'm wrong
i pretend i'm cool
but i don't belong
with them
and they love me
the always need more of me
when they do, i'm always lovely
when they don't, that's when i try
not to feel ugly
not to cry
cuz i dont give a fuck
i'm pockets packed with luck
except
that is
when i need it.
ya know, like in a bad way. fuckers. everyone who has former att wireless and calls to complain. everyone who is too busy being upset that cingular isn't offering as great a deal to be greatful that former att wireless didn't just go bankrupt and everyone lose all service and oh well. and no-they don't owe you a free razr. you dont get a free flat-panel tv from brighthouse bc you've used their cable for years. so stop fucking complaining and be thankful they can get you a discount.
i hate that i have to work.
oo, i'm in a hateful mood.
i feel crazy, manic, giggly...
wow...i'm really losing it aren't i?
grrrrr...some more.
i think i wish i were a gay boy. i think it would be fun but i don't want a penis or butt sex. hmmm...
i wish i were skinny like gay boys tend to be.
they have nice knees.
i hate having this cough. i hate working this late. i hate ranting this way. i hate not being able to shower. i hate not having time to do shit and sleep. i hate that caffine isn't enough anymore. i hate that coke makes me emotional. i hate that i'm insignificant when i want to be significant and significant when i want to disappear. it's so tiring. but i'm complaining. who the fuck cares right?
who the fuck gives a fuck
about me...
im staring down a semi
and i'm don't really want to try
to move
cuz i love
to think i'm that i'm above
anything
everything
it ain't no thing
but i'm a fool
and i'm wrong
i pretend i'm cool
but i don't belong
with them
and they love me
the always need more of me
when they do, i'm always lovely
when they don't, that's when i try
not to feel ugly
not to cry
cuz i dont give a fuck
i'm pockets packed with luck
except
that is
when i need it.