Those who live in glass houses...
Yo everyone, I am back again after a very long lj hiatus. We went to the Gathering a few weeks back and it was absolutely marvelous. At any rate, we all know that I only write in here when I am sad or if something really has burned my ass. Today, it is the burning, not of the weed but of my ass.
Those who live in glass houses should NOT throw stones.
I am so fucking sick of the materialistic and more importantly fucking elitist FUCKERS that seem to be over running my life as of late. It is time to pull our heads out of our asses and start looking at things in a better light.
Forgive me as I rant on about some things very clear and others rather vague.
I am so pissed at the one bitch I work for, Diane. What a wretched ass crotch she is. I suppose that there is always one person who has to be the thorn in your side at work. So I should be pleased that there is only one, but still...This bitch apparrently was talking to her neice Ashley, (the cool owner's kid) and Ash was talking about going to say, "Hi." to me downstairs, and Diane was like, "Why are you going to go talk to her! She is a mushroom head." WHAT A DRUNK ASS ALCOHOLIC FUCKING TWO-FACED UGLY ASS BITCH! I am NOT a mushroom head, I do them once per year in the middle of summer. I see nothing wrong with it and there wouldnt be anything wrong if I decided to do them all the time, but I don't. I really resent the fact that the bitch was saying shit about me to the other owner. Thank God the other owners like me a lot and know its a crock, but still, dont talk about me when you know nothing about me and think you are way too good anyways. It also makes sense why some other comments were made the previous day. Bullshit.
Secondly, and just as much bullshit, is this nonsense about the party I attended last evening. What a crock of shit. Basically for those of you who don't know, my friends and I were asked to leave our friends party while the other peoples friends got to stay and party till 6AM. Thankyou BRANDON (little fucker) for making my good ass friends drive home drunk. Thank God they are alive, or there would be some major ass bullshit. I heard reports of shit from more than one person there, stating that they were hounded to leave until they did just that. I love how I just know when people are pieces of shit before I even meet them. At any rate, to top it off, I feel that I have been lied to by a very close and personal friend. I dont care how drunk you were, you knew...
And to close I must say that I am really sad about the return of the dreaded butt-pirate Al to work tomorrow. More misery lies ahead.
And I say GOODDAY!
Those who live in glass houses should NOT throw stones.
I am so fucking sick of the materialistic and more importantly fucking elitist FUCKERS that seem to be over running my life as of late. It is time to pull our heads out of our asses and start looking at things in a better light.
Forgive me as I rant on about some things very clear and others rather vague.
I am so pissed at the one bitch I work for, Diane. What a wretched ass crotch she is. I suppose that there is always one person who has to be the thorn in your side at work. So I should be pleased that there is only one, but still...This bitch apparrently was talking to her neice Ashley, (the cool owner's kid) and Ash was talking about going to say, "Hi." to me downstairs, and Diane was like, "Why are you going to go talk to her! She is a mushroom head." WHAT A DRUNK ASS ALCOHOLIC FUCKING TWO-FACED UGLY ASS BITCH! I am NOT a mushroom head, I do them once per year in the middle of summer. I see nothing wrong with it and there wouldnt be anything wrong if I decided to do them all the time, but I don't. I really resent the fact that the bitch was saying shit about me to the other owner. Thank God the other owners like me a lot and know its a crock, but still, dont talk about me when you know nothing about me and think you are way too good anyways. It also makes sense why some other comments were made the previous day. Bullshit.
Secondly, and just as much bullshit, is this nonsense about the party I attended last evening. What a crock of shit. Basically for those of you who don't know, my friends and I were asked to leave our friends party while the other peoples friends got to stay and party till 6AM. Thankyou BRANDON (little fucker) for making my good ass friends drive home drunk. Thank God they are alive, or there would be some major ass bullshit. I heard reports of shit from more than one person there, stating that they were hounded to leave until they did just that. I love how I just know when people are pieces of shit before I even meet them. At any rate, to top it off, I feel that I have been lied to by a very close and personal friend. I dont care how drunk you were, you knew...
And to close I must say that I am really sad about the return of the dreaded butt-pirate Al to work tomorrow. More misery lies ahead.
And I say GOODDAY!