the sickness
i wanna come home this weekend. i want to so so so bad. me and art made plans to jam just for the fuck of it, like back in the day. drink some beers, smoke some blunts and just play some music. it's been way too long.
sabira and patrick kinda suck right now. i miss them.
my hands are all kindsa fucked up from working.
i had an interview at starbucks yesterday. it went really well. they had better call me or... well... im gonna come home and stay home. i need to. i can't take this anymore. goddammit im tired of complaining. however, im also tired of wind, sun, sand, dust, hicks, retards, retarded hicks, my dad coming home and having to change the channel from whatever im watching to wrestling or gilmore girls or football, my dad being an ass, my dad being ignorant, working with people who are missing half of their teeth, having to drive half an hour to go anywhere, hurting myself daily at work, having nothing to do but drink every night, not having comedy central, not having anyone to hang out with but my dad. bitch bitch bitch, whine piss moan. bah.
more to come...
sabira and patrick kinda suck right now. i miss them.
my hands are all kindsa fucked up from working.
i had an interview at starbucks yesterday. it went really well. they had better call me or... well... im gonna come home and stay home. i need to. i can't take this anymore. goddammit im tired of complaining. however, im also tired of wind, sun, sand, dust, hicks, retards, retarded hicks, my dad coming home and having to change the channel from whatever im watching to wrestling or gilmore girls or football, my dad being an ass, my dad being ignorant, working with people who are missing half of their teeth, having to drive half an hour to go anywhere, hurting myself daily at work, having nothing to do but drink every night, not having comedy central, not having anyone to hang out with but my dad. bitch bitch bitch, whine piss moan. bah.
more to come...