It's about time...
Yes, I do still read everyone's livejournal every time I come online...I just haven't felt like contributing.
Until now.
I really hope I'm not a fucking BITCH sometimes just cause I can be. I really really hope I'm not. Please tell me if you have witnessed or witness me in the act of being outright fucking nasty to a person just because I can. Because if I ever find myself in a situation like this I will need to shoot myself in the head due to the fact that I have then become my mother.
I got my job back at Starbucks. Yeah, the same losers I talked to when I worked there before still go there. And they're still losers. Poor Cecil got his ass kicked out for yelling "Nigger!" at the top of his lungs one too many times. That makes me sad. Gino - oh, we all loved Gino - stopped coming after Tom - God, bless him - humiliated him in all his Pseudo-Italian stalker-esque glory. Luckily, some of the cool employees still remain, though a few of them got themselves knocked up in my absence. What are these people thinking? I know coffee is a stimulant, but come ON! Fuck, bad joke, I'm sorry.
I really gotta stop buying self-help books and invest my money in erotica and kama sutra. I say, if your life really sucks, just look at pictures of other people doing it and you're bound to feel better eventually. Self-help books are a real trip, you know. Have you ever read one? If you take three self-help books off the shelf right now and flip to page 37, I'll bet you at least one of the sentences appears on that page in each book. No, really...try it. They all say the same fucking thing. And I'm one of the lame suckers who bought into it, thinking it could help years and years of repression and anger and loss. I'm telling you, from now on, it's all about the Idiot's Guide to Fucking Drunk to cheer my sorry ass up.
Hey, I'm starting to think I'm giving the impression that I'm in a bad mood...
Oh, by the way. To whoever reads this and actually makes it this far - I'm getting married and you're invited to the wedding. My lucky groom's name is Jack. He's nice...and smooth...and he listens to me when no one else does.
And here I stop.
Until now.
I really hope I'm not a fucking BITCH sometimes just cause I can be. I really really hope I'm not. Please tell me if you have witnessed or witness me in the act of being outright fucking nasty to a person just because I can. Because if I ever find myself in a situation like this I will need to shoot myself in the head due to the fact that I have then become my mother.
I got my job back at Starbucks. Yeah, the same losers I talked to when I worked there before still go there. And they're still losers. Poor Cecil got his ass kicked out for yelling "Nigger!" at the top of his lungs one too many times. That makes me sad. Gino - oh, we all loved Gino - stopped coming after Tom - God, bless him - humiliated him in all his Pseudo-Italian stalker-esque glory. Luckily, some of the cool employees still remain, though a few of them got themselves knocked up in my absence. What are these people thinking? I know coffee is a stimulant, but come ON! Fuck, bad joke, I'm sorry.
I really gotta stop buying self-help books and invest my money in erotica and kama sutra. I say, if your life really sucks, just look at pictures of other people doing it and you're bound to feel better eventually. Self-help books are a real trip, you know. Have you ever read one? If you take three self-help books off the shelf right now and flip to page 37, I'll bet you at least one of the sentences appears on that page in each book. No, really...try it. They all say the same fucking thing. And I'm one of the lame suckers who bought into it, thinking it could help years and years of repression and anger and loss. I'm telling you, from now on, it's all about the Idiot's Guide to Fucking Drunk to cheer my sorry ass up.
Hey, I'm starting to think I'm giving the impression that I'm in a bad mood...
Oh, by the way. To whoever reads this and actually makes it this far - I'm getting married and you're invited to the wedding. My lucky groom's name is Jack. He's nice...and smooth...and he listens to me when no one else does.
And here I stop.