i want to much i guess
its an oddity, why it is,
i sit here time and time again..
looking at this white/blue screen.
waiting for words to come tumbling..
to no avail tho..
a complacent stare..
fingers hesitating..
awaiting thought transfusion..
i get on this goddamned beast everyday..
its my cocaine lj is..
always some drama..
always someone getting shifted..
and of course..
in the end..
im still single..
dont get me wrong..
i love drama
just when it doesnt involve me..
last night after me and pedro went romping around charlotte until WEE hours of the morning, i geta call from work telling me that im going to have to come to work early *12pm today* , until 11pm, and on top of that... im "on call" for tomorrow.... 7 am.. so... i work.. 11 hours today, then get home.. go to sleep. and come back in the morning..
goddamn they better lick my nuts and give me a raise for going thru this shit...
i just need to release all of my thoughts on something...
and i cant really do it here...
its to...
blank..
its like trying to express your artistic side, and you have a blank canvas..
you dont know where to start...
erasing lines over and over again until you have a stain..
ive done that so much..
ive stained lj...
lemme think of where to start ranting...
Hurricane Katrina...
first off... its under marshall law..
there no longer evacuating Nola...
there Forcing people out of their homes..
the government is EVICTING THE RESIDENTS...
I believe F.E.M.A is doing somewhat of a good job, even tho they didnt with my relatives...
all these people you see on tv, sitting on their porches, living on welfare..
not to sound.. prude, but come on people you knew this was going to happen...
newspapers..
Tv, anything..
like a week before..
thats plenty enough time to get the fuck outta there...
but now your stuck on your porches while people ski down your once street... and your upset because fema isnt going to give you money...... ugh...
sorry if you disagree with what i say,, but ... thats what i think..
im not even getting into the gas price shituation..
i dont know why im so fucking bitter today..
i think its from working to long..
either that ...
or... i just need ass or something...
i just want...
for once..
to be able to feel free...
to be able to say "i dont feel like working today"..
and not have to..
and not worry about beeing able to afford shit..
i dont want to be rich..
i just want to be comfortable..
want to be happy..
want to be me..
i want to much i guess..
i sit here time and time again..
looking at this white/blue screen.
waiting for words to come tumbling..
to no avail tho..
a complacent stare..
fingers hesitating..
awaiting thought transfusion..
i get on this goddamned beast everyday..
its my cocaine lj is..
always some drama..
always someone getting shifted..
and of course..
in the end..
im still single..
dont get me wrong..
i love drama
just when it doesnt involve me..
last night after me and pedro went romping around charlotte until WEE hours of the morning, i geta call from work telling me that im going to have to come to work early *12pm today* , until 11pm, and on top of that... im "on call" for tomorrow.... 7 am.. so... i work.. 11 hours today, then get home.. go to sleep. and come back in the morning..
goddamn they better lick my nuts and give me a raise for going thru this shit...
i just need to release all of my thoughts on something...
and i cant really do it here...
its to...
blank..
its like trying to express your artistic side, and you have a blank canvas..
you dont know where to start...
erasing lines over and over again until you have a stain..
ive done that so much..
ive stained lj...
lemme think of where to start ranting...
Hurricane Katrina...
first off... its under marshall law..
there no longer evacuating Nola...
there Forcing people out of their homes..
the government is EVICTING THE RESIDENTS...
I believe F.E.M.A is doing somewhat of a good job, even tho they didnt with my relatives...
all these people you see on tv, sitting on their porches, living on welfare..
not to sound.. prude, but come on people you knew this was going to happen...
newspapers..
Tv, anything..
like a week before..
thats plenty enough time to get the fuck outta there...
but now your stuck on your porches while people ski down your once street... and your upset because fema isnt going to give you money...... ugh...
sorry if you disagree with what i say,, but ... thats what i think..
im not even getting into the gas price shituation..
i dont know why im so fucking bitter today..
i think its from working to long..
either that ...
or... i just need ass or something...
i just want...
for once..
to be able to feel free...
to be able to say "i dont feel like working today"..
and not have to..
and not worry about beeing able to afford shit..
i dont want to be rich..
i just want to be comfortable..
want to be happy..
want to be me..
i want to much i guess..