this is this writing of the whinters bio.
ok.
over and out.
ryan is sighning off.
done.
nada.
zero.
this isn't even my normal bitchy post.
i'm really upset.
1. my day started off great with a wonderfull visit with Maya (modestmousehouse).
we have such amazing conversations.
we also went to Barnes N' Noble and got coffee and stalked some kid.
2. i did homework with roxanne.
we went to the bar and got some longisland ice tea's.
fine.
then...
i called into work (keep in mind i have fucking 50+ hours of sick time and i NEVER call in)that is what fucking SICK time is for, for christ sakes. and.. to a man who is like a 54 year old hippie who grows his own fucking POT of which i DONT smoke, he sounded pissed off and it doesnt even effect him because he doesn't work that TWO hour gay morning shift. whatever. i let that fuck leave early to go watch his stupid son play basketball who i would like to ass fuck till he crys.
im just sick of people walking all over me and me just putting on a smile and nodding.
like some fucking over-medicated 50's wife.
where are my meds then ass?
and this was the last fucking straw.... yo.
i was fucking in white-trash wiltons 24 hour quick stop buying the wine im drinking NOW.
and... of course, there were people i went to highschool with. but that were like THREEEE years below me. everybody in my grade loved me because i rock. anyway, they called me a faggot. and in turn i wanted to crack my wine bottle on their car doors. in turn, im sending a letter to the owner and saying they were just hanging out all fucked up and high (which they were) and being fucks to paying fucking people.
im sick of this shit. i want to be more like my friend maya. im going to start fucking saying what i think. because who really is going ot advocate for you? yeah no one. and even if somebody beats the piss out of me that is bling bling court shit. ryan is a huge bitch now. i work my ass off what with a full-time job a part time job and full time school. everybody can get assfucked by me. look out, lube.
over and out.
ryan is sighning off.
done.
nada.
zero.
this isn't even my normal bitchy post.
i'm really upset.
1. my day started off great with a wonderfull visit with Maya (modestmousehouse).
we have such amazing conversations.
we also went to Barnes N' Noble and got coffee and stalked some kid.
2. i did homework with roxanne.
we went to the bar and got some longisland ice tea's.
fine.
then...
i called into work (keep in mind i have fucking 50+ hours of sick time and i NEVER call in)that is what fucking SICK time is for, for christ sakes. and.. to a man who is like a 54 year old hippie who grows his own fucking POT of which i DONT smoke, he sounded pissed off and it doesnt even effect him because he doesn't work that TWO hour gay morning shift. whatever. i let that fuck leave early to go watch his stupid son play basketball who i would like to ass fuck till he crys.
im just sick of people walking all over me and me just putting on a smile and nodding.
like some fucking over-medicated 50's wife.
where are my meds then ass?
and this was the last fucking straw.... yo.
i was fucking in white-trash wiltons 24 hour quick stop buying the wine im drinking NOW.
and... of course, there were people i went to highschool with. but that were like THREEEE years below me. everybody in my grade loved me because i rock. anyway, they called me a faggot. and in turn i wanted to crack my wine bottle on their car doors. in turn, im sending a letter to the owner and saying they were just hanging out all fucked up and high (which they were) and being fucks to paying fucking people.
im sick of this shit. i want to be more like my friend maya. im going to start fucking saying what i think. because who really is going ot advocate for you? yeah no one. and even if somebody beats the piss out of me that is bling bling court shit. ryan is a huge bitch now. i work my ass off what with a full-time job a part time job and full time school. everybody can get assfucked by me. look out, lube.