Pissy little bitch? Yeah, thats me.
Today has pretty much been shit. I am not gonna lie. I sat there, well, stood there, at Ghettoside, for what seemed like a century and 3/4, although it was really 6 hours, with this big ass smile plastered on my big ass face, and all i could think about was stabbing most of the customers in the head with a fucking fork.
Certain decisions i make seem to come back and bite me in that ass of mine that is too fucking big for these pants. Do you ever just feel like standing in the mirror and ripping your hair out or making yourself look like shit because you feel bad or like your a horrible person? I do.
I bitch way to much. I know. I just.....im having a hard time with some things right now. Thats all. And they yelled at me at work yesterday. Im in lala land. Yeah, i am. The land of the lala. And tinky winky. And poe. God, who could forget the poe.
So i just tried to take a new myspace pic, but most of these have me flipping of the camara so I give up. But here is pretty much how i feel:
Anyways, i saw that the one Randall Perkins called last night. I think. OR maybe i called you. When the radio was blaring. Who knows. Anyways, sorry. You didnt wanna talk to me anyways. Im sure i would of been quite horrid.
Well, bye. Oh, and tommorow is the St. Patricks day parrrrttty at Sarah and Shawns. I am sure i will be mighty trashed or as fucked up as one could be. So if you wanna hear something funny, call the cell about midnight. Later.