It's The End Of The World As We Know It
Hey readers,
I love REM. Thought ya should know. Well gona do a quickie of a rant today. I feel like talking but have nothing to say. So lets talk about work! It sucked. That's all i have to say about that really other than that place makes me angry and no matter how hard ya try those fucks always seem to break something. Gotta love students and people getting their first places away from home thinking and trying to act like adults, and by doing so they like to fuck my shit up. Like the lawns, trashed, mud all over, no more grass. Ya know how fucking hard I work to make the outside of that place look good? Ya know how much sweat and blood I put into that place? Not alone time? And do they care? FUCK NO THEY DON'T! Ciggerette butts all over the damn place. I made this nice stone trim for this one grassy area. Pulled all weeds, placed down all the mulch and after words it look great. I was so bloody proud, same with the barbaque pit and all the other projects I did around there. And all they do is shit all over the place. Fucking pisses me off. Along with (kinda random cuz I just got this)telling me that ya have to tell/asking me something, then not saying whatever the hell it is. Bastards.
Payed back my debts today. Hold true my vow is getting kinda hard. Not oweing any man any money is starting becoming problematic. It is just sucking all my money away. Oh well, money is evil anyway and just brings the worst outta people. Speaking about bring the worst outta people I'm thinking of changing my major. I'm not sure if i want to or not and how practical it would be. I'm thinking of switching it and trying to pursue massage. It sorta does what I like to do. I like to work with my hands, and make people happy. Cuz getting a massage makes me happier than can be. I'm sure you folk are just the same.
Well I can't think of much more to ramble about. But when I do I'll be back.
~Andrew
I love REM. Thought ya should know. Well gona do a quickie of a rant today. I feel like talking but have nothing to say. So lets talk about work! It sucked. That's all i have to say about that really other than that place makes me angry and no matter how hard ya try those fucks always seem to break something. Gotta love students and people getting their first places away from home thinking and trying to act like adults, and by doing so they like to fuck my shit up. Like the lawns, trashed, mud all over, no more grass. Ya know how fucking hard I work to make the outside of that place look good? Ya know how much sweat and blood I put into that place? Not alone time? And do they care? FUCK NO THEY DON'T! Ciggerette butts all over the damn place. I made this nice stone trim for this one grassy area. Pulled all weeds, placed down all the mulch and after words it look great. I was so bloody proud, same with the barbaque pit and all the other projects I did around there. And all they do is shit all over the place. Fucking pisses me off. Along with (kinda random cuz I just got this)telling me that ya have to tell/asking me something, then not saying whatever the hell it is. Bastards.
Payed back my debts today. Hold true my vow is getting kinda hard. Not oweing any man any money is starting becoming problematic. It is just sucking all my money away. Oh well, money is evil anyway and just brings the worst outta people. Speaking about bring the worst outta people I'm thinking of changing my major. I'm not sure if i want to or not and how practical it would be. I'm thinking of switching it and trying to pursue massage. It sorta does what I like to do. I like to work with my hands, and make people happy. Cuz getting a massage makes me happier than can be. I'm sure you folk are just the same.
Well I can't think of much more to ramble about. But when I do I'll be back.
~Andrew