Fuck. This. I have quite honestly had enough.
I have absolutely fucking had it. Seriously. This is it. This is the fucking limit. I have had such a piss-poor day that my life, right now, CANNOT get any worse.
Well, no, it can, but frankly the only things that could make it worse would be a relative dying or my house burning down or something. I hate that my journal is emo and faggotry made real right now, but this is an entry that really needs to be made.
So. Prepare thyself for a festering barrage of faggotry, emoness, and other forms of expressionate woe to expand upon my current miserable circumstance.
I am sick of my job. Two cokeheads, both army vets, were being arseholes, crazy people- AND I MEAN FUCKING CRAZY PEOPLE- were all over the place in the pub today, one pisshead fucking urinated all over the main door of the pub- from the fucking inside- and I managed to get a fantastic wine stain on my kecks that looks like I pissed myself.
Girls have been absolutely fucked, left right and centre. Not in the good way, in case you were wondering. Now, okay, this is probably THE most clich
Well, no, it can, but frankly the only things that could make it worse would be a relative dying or my house burning down or something. I hate that my journal is emo and faggotry made real right now, but this is an entry that really needs to be made.
So. Prepare thyself for a festering barrage of faggotry, emoness, and other forms of expressionate woe to expand upon my current miserable circumstance.
I am sick of my job. Two cokeheads, both army vets, were being arseholes, crazy people- AND I MEAN FUCKING CRAZY PEOPLE- were all over the place in the pub today, one pisshead fucking urinated all over the main door of the pub- from the fucking inside- and I managed to get a fantastic wine stain on my kecks that looks like I pissed myself.
Girls have been absolutely fucked, left right and centre. Not in the good way, in case you were wondering. Now, okay, this is probably THE most clich