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Wll today was decent, except for the I know I'm going to be working for the next 6 days in a row. I dont mind 3-7 shifts, but the 6am-12 on the weekend is a fucking nightmare. I gotta get minutes on my phone again, I dont even know if I still ahve an account I haven't put minutes on it in so long. I'm so spent out I need to wake up mad early tommorow to meet with Ed. Or Greg maybe. I forget the name. This bugged out ex-crackhead heroin barbituate user who talks to me about me being a "pothead". Its funny because he doesn't really say pots bad. I like him he makes a lot of sense to me, he's like "You can abuse anything, you can abuse video games, or fast food, just about everything you do can physically or mentally change you, an you can abuse that." His main beef with me is the fact that I smoke pot everyday excessively, i can't really tip toe around the fact that I'm an abuser of marijuana.
everytime I sign on to this thing I have like 5 new comments from Leila. I dont know anyone else who would dedicate themselves to this to that extent. She literally must check this 10 times a day. I dont even remember why they hate me or what was the *event* that made them want me to die. She claims not to be the one who's been raping this journal, on one of her *recent* comments, but I just can't figure out these mystery people, they really just have me by the balls. I really dont like being threatened, were not in the 7th grade, threats actually mean something when your this age, thats why were considered adults in the courtroom. I know you love the fact that hassan can kick my ass, and I'm sure he can. I dont deny the fact that I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day, dont work out, dont exercise, and I dont give a shit, an thats good for him. I'm not trying to sound like some macho hippy pothead (which doesnt make much sense) but if you threaten me in public some serious shit is going to go down, and I dont know if its really worth it.
enough of that mumbo jumbo. I gotta find some super glue an go to work on this tragic broken bong. It was jusst starting to get some colors on it and it was taking forever because I didn't use it much, because I can't exactly bring this thing around with me, an the slide broke. So I'm not going to see my beautiful baby girl flower into a beautiful glass creature.
everytime I sign on to this thing I have like 5 new comments from Leila. I dont know anyone else who would dedicate themselves to this to that extent. She literally must check this 10 times a day. I dont even remember why they hate me or what was the *event* that made them want me to die. She claims not to be the one who's been raping this journal, on one of her *recent* comments, but I just can't figure out these mystery people, they really just have me by the balls. I really dont like being threatened, were not in the 7th grade, threats actually mean something when your this age, thats why were considered adults in the courtroom. I know you love the fact that hassan can kick my ass, and I'm sure he can. I dont deny the fact that I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day, dont work out, dont exercise, and I dont give a shit, an thats good for him. I'm not trying to sound like some macho hippy pothead (which doesnt make much sense) but if you threaten me in public some serious shit is going to go down, and I dont know if its really worth it.
enough of that mumbo jumbo. I gotta find some super glue an go to work on this tragic broken bong. It was jusst starting to get some colors on it and it was taking forever because I didn't use it much, because I can't exactly bring this thing around with me, an the slide broke. So I'm not going to see my beautiful baby girl flower into a beautiful glass creature.