Little Burgers Of DOOM!
So much for a little nap. Stupid Alarm Clock. I swear, That fucking thing hates me. I set to wake it me up after and hour and a half for just a little nap. (little to me, shut yo face, foo) and well, four hours later I wake up in a cold sweat. Not an usual thing at home, for some reason I just can't sleep good here, alone anyway. Any who, this time I woke up with stomach pains. Crap. So, I get up mad at my alarm clock for being a douche bag and I get online. With two and half hours before Tabitha gets off work. So much for working online for a little bit. Anywho, after about five minutes of turning the computer on and get everything go to rock, and kick it online, those stomach pain turn sour and hurt even more. Eek. I know this feeling. I have the need, The need to vomit. God damn it. So I go do the business. "Barf" I say to the toilet, "Ker-splash" he says back. Stupid white castle burgers got vengeance for being eating, by being doo-doo heads and trying to escape the same way they came. And they succeeded. Little bastards. So after I'm settled, and feeling better, my stomach is doing the "I'm feeling hungry, man. We should eat or drink something. That'd be awesome." and I'm thinking, "You're Just Going to Throw it back at me if I give to you stomach, aren't you?" He's like, "Naw, dude. It'll be cool." but I hesitate. Still I sit here now and feel a tad bit hungry, yet pain, yet thirsty. Boy do I hate feeling this way. It sure is stupid pants. Ack. So I work tonight. Hm. Just hope the stomach is better by then. I'm getting my tattoo Wednesday, I'm so excited, and a bit nervous. They Thursday is Tabitha's birthday. She didn't remember that I was off that day. I thought Dwight had a bad memory. But Thursday we are staying at the Ramada Inn, I think. I know where the place it, but the name escape me at the moment. Then Friday in Chicago. Navy Fear, and the AMC Theatre to see Saw 2. Awesome. Then I'm totally broke until I cash my check the next day. Then I owe allot of money. $230 is going to two people. $80 to Bob for fronting for my Tattoo (which is SOO awesome of him, can't thank him enough), and $150 to my mom for the new Starter for the tracker. Hm. Oh yeah, I saw Doom last night. At first I thought it was alright, but now… It sucked balls. Nothing like the game at all. It was on Mars, and it had the BFG 9000. That’s it. Nothing else was from the game, the old or new. Movies need to stop blowing ass soon, or I’m going to have to starting making movies. And I’m too lazy for that. Well, Alright. I'm done. I was just bored. Talk at ya later, bitches.