Ugh
Well Amanda gave me the TB, that much is clear. I'm beginning to think that I may actually be coming down with something, that or the anti-inflammatory drugs for my arm are screwing up my brain. Regardless i feel like crap, headache, back ache, stomach ache. Yea that's right work, i'm totally guilty of malaise. Fuck you, Coldstone with your goddamn skeptiscism. I refuse to take the goddamn pain pills, cranky and bitter as it may make me I'd rather deal with my messed up arm than a chemical fog.
Oh well, today was fun, for da most part. Mr. "I'm a child murderer-rapist" Johnson came into biotech class today when Mr. Waz left to go do some shit with all the infected computers. Dan made child molestor jokes about him until he sent us all to the library to be supervised. Psh, bastard.
Tried to play star wars RPG, but everyone was too hyper to play, so i bought Attack! in hopes that we could play that. But it failed. So that's 30 bucks down the tube.
I almost wanna go back to work, i hate thinking about stuff and it's easy to lose myself in pretending to be happy while secretly thinking about how i'd like to shoot up the store. Well not rilly, some customers are nice, but others need to be fed into the mixer until they cease their inane complaints "That;s right you fat fuck, i don't serve customers who wander out of the line then try and cut back in, deal with it or die, i don't care"
I'm a sucker for corn rows and manicured toes, or so Nelly tells me, so i must take my leave. woooshe *holds a painkiller in one hand, an anti inflammatory in the other...it's like the matrix...only i'll prolly take the red and the blue pill
Oh well, today was fun, for da most part. Mr. "I'm a child murderer-rapist" Johnson came into biotech class today when Mr. Waz left to go do some shit with all the infected computers. Dan made child molestor jokes about him until he sent us all to the library to be supervised. Psh, bastard.
Tried to play star wars RPG, but everyone was too hyper to play, so i bought Attack! in hopes that we could play that. But it failed. So that's 30 bucks down the tube.
I almost wanna go back to work, i hate thinking about stuff and it's easy to lose myself in pretending to be happy while secretly thinking about how i'd like to shoot up the store. Well not rilly, some customers are nice, but others need to be fed into the mixer until they cease their inane complaints "That;s right you fat fuck, i don't serve customers who wander out of the line then try and cut back in, deal with it or die, i don't care"
I'm a sucker for corn rows and manicured toes, or so Nelly tells me, so i must take my leave. woooshe *holds a painkiller in one hand, an anti inflammatory in the other...it's like the matrix...only i'll prolly take the red and the blue pill