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I've been in a fucking daze as of late. I dunno what it is, but something's got me in a fucking land-mine of a whole, and I'm pissed off about it. I haven't done a damn thing around the house and the fam won't stop bitching about it. The heat's making me sleep mad hours, first not being able to sleep, then when I finally do, I sleep for gawd only knows how long and wake up at 8pm; the day's already gone! WTF!
Bah... I dunno man.
I got a meeting with Papa Gino's, hopefully I can get a Shift Leader position at the very least. I wouldn't wanna get a fuck'n bench job. I'd be real pissed about that; going from 10.25$ to fuck'n 6.25$ would suck a lot of ass.
Didn't win the Media Miner big-ass contest. Knew I should've entered the Action category, but I thought a psychological-mental-mind-fuck story would be better placed in drama. Bah, I'm entering into the next one for Summer. If I get a good one-shot written and it ain't that long, I'll post it up here first or a link or something. I'm sure one of you will be bored enough to read it at some point in your busy lives.
Bah, I dunno. My parents are selling the Mass Ave house, so I won't have a place to live soon. My mom's on my ass about it (all the way in Las Vegas via video-Email even), and my family's pissed at me not doing anything, and sleeping all the time, so they aren't really talking to me. Well, that and I'm avoiding them because usually the first thing that comes out of their mouth is "Why this or why that? Why aren't you doing anything? Why are you sleeping all the time? Blah blah fuck'n blah?"
Bah, I don't fuck'n know; the heat's making me tired, I hate my job and can't find a new one, this house sucks and I wanna just blow it up with a fuck'n rocket launcher, I don't know, just back the fuck up and leave me alone. Blah, I really don't know anything anymore.
Gimme a bottle of Jacks, some smokes, and that woman ly'n on the floor; then I'll be happy
;D
Bah... I dunno man.
I got a meeting with Papa Gino's, hopefully I can get a Shift Leader position at the very least. I wouldn't wanna get a fuck'n bench job. I'd be real pissed about that; going from 10.25$ to fuck'n 6.25$ would suck a lot of ass.
Didn't win the Media Miner big-ass contest. Knew I should've entered the Action category, but I thought a psychological-mental-mind-fuck story would be better placed in drama. Bah, I'm entering into the next one for Summer. If I get a good one-shot written and it ain't that long, I'll post it up here first or a link or something. I'm sure one of you will be bored enough to read it at some point in your busy lives.
Bah, I dunno. My parents are selling the Mass Ave house, so I won't have a place to live soon. My mom's on my ass about it (all the way in Las Vegas via video-Email even), and my family's pissed at me not doing anything, and sleeping all the time, so they aren't really talking to me. Well, that and I'm avoiding them because usually the first thing that comes out of their mouth is "Why this or why that? Why aren't you doing anything? Why are you sleeping all the time? Blah blah fuck'n blah?"
Bah, I don't fuck'n know; the heat's making me tired, I hate my job and can't find a new one, this house sucks and I wanna just blow it up with a fuck'n rocket launcher, I don't know, just back the fuck up and leave me alone. Blah, I really don't know anything anymore.
Gimme a bottle of Jacks, some smokes, and that woman ly'n on the floor; then I'll be happy
;D