Nov 14, 2005 16:26
All moved in. Start in the new store tomorrow. Most of the customers are probably gonna be dumfuk arabs so I can't swear at customers in egyptian anymore. Whatever I know some portuguese and spanish I could use on them.
I'm sick of emo weirdo emotionally draining Iwannaslash mywrists I'm the only one misunderstood I hate my body fucked up boys. No more please. I want no - NEED - someone average normal polite, maybe even kind of boring. It will be hard to resist emo. Because emo on a boy is just so fuckin hot. Like even better than a twelve inch cock. But if I am ever gonna have something less fleeting and mindboggling I must avoid emo boys and find someone who likes crappy things like romantic walks on the beach while discussing past embarrassing incidents as opposed to getting fucked up in an inner city park awkwardly discussing the traumas of childhood sexual abuse.
Speaking of embarrassing. I must never show my face at the Peel again. I did or said something that made the security refuse me entrance. I don't remember the reason why - thank Fuk for repression. Doesn't matter. I don't even like the place.
Oh and this Fantomas CD is simply fucked up genius as is my new obsession, JT Leroy. 'The Heart is Decietful Above All Things' has now become my favourite book of modern lit.