Hmm
So, I am sitting here. Doing nothing but sitting here, and talking to Tom.
I was thinking about how Daniel used to punch me when he found out when I cut myself. Or how Josh says he will punch me as hard as he can if I ever do it again. Trust me I don't want him to punch me. It hurts like hell. Everyone used to get mad. Hell The person who got me to stop, started after I quit. Ha ha ha dumb fuck. Double standard bull shit. When my dad found out, he asked me what happened and told me not to tell him the cat did it. How could I, I was playing tic tac to(e)? on my arm. I told him I was bored. He told me to read a book. Ha ha ha, and started how it was self mutilation. So fucking what it brought me pleasure. It's like a druggie who was forced into quiting, they always want it but can't have it. I bring this up because today at work the metal bar we use to pry the carts apart was tossed in my general direction and grazed my arm. It left a little cut on my arm and I was like hmmm. Dennis was telling me he was sorry, and he didn't mean to do it. I was glad it missed my head. It is a good size steel bar. I just told him, shit happens. And we kept working. Well, I was sitting down, he was working. I still say I should have been able to keep the anarchy sign on my arm. You know, keep openeing it up until it left a good scar. I like scars. That one would have been the shit. Ha ha ha, and no one in my house said a damn word to me.
Anyways, that will probably bring some negative attention to me. It's 2:30am and I should probably be sleeping. I have to work in like 9.5 hours. Oh yeah, when I said I only had 28 hours of personal time and I used over 40 and got paid for it, they just decided to not give me personal time for this year because of it. Ha ha, but they did give me like 8 extra hours of vacation time. I fuck them, they fuck me, it's how things work. They had me on a fucking register again. For that alone I wanted to stab someone. Every other person that I rang up, told me that I didn't look happy. And that I should smile. So I give them a cheezy grin and they say, "that's better." Fucking morons.
So, I don't have to pay my car payment this month, so I have money for other things. That is always fun. I bought cone tapers and I tried to push one through my ear and it started to bleed so I tried a little more. It didn't work out. I think my ears haven't healed enough for it yet. But they better be ready soon, I'm tired of these gay ass gold earrings. I might buy smaller ones just so I can start it now rather than in another week. Fucking healing proccess. That reminds me I have to cut my hair before I go to sleep.
One more thing, Goodbye, farewell and have a good life.
The last thing was me being nice. I didn't want to, and I empasize that I didn't want to. But I promised I would.
JP
I was thinking about how Daniel used to punch me when he found out when I cut myself. Or how Josh says he will punch me as hard as he can if I ever do it again. Trust me I don't want him to punch me. It hurts like hell. Everyone used to get mad. Hell The person who got me to stop, started after I quit. Ha ha ha dumb fuck. Double standard bull shit. When my dad found out, he asked me what happened and told me not to tell him the cat did it. How could I, I was playing tic tac to(e)? on my arm. I told him I was bored. He told me to read a book. Ha ha ha, and started how it was self mutilation. So fucking what it brought me pleasure. It's like a druggie who was forced into quiting, they always want it but can't have it. I bring this up because today at work the metal bar we use to pry the carts apart was tossed in my general direction and grazed my arm. It left a little cut on my arm and I was like hmmm. Dennis was telling me he was sorry, and he didn't mean to do it. I was glad it missed my head. It is a good size steel bar. I just told him, shit happens. And we kept working. Well, I was sitting down, he was working. I still say I should have been able to keep the anarchy sign on my arm. You know, keep openeing it up until it left a good scar. I like scars. That one would have been the shit. Ha ha ha, and no one in my house said a damn word to me.
Anyways, that will probably bring some negative attention to me. It's 2:30am and I should probably be sleeping. I have to work in like 9.5 hours. Oh yeah, when I said I only had 28 hours of personal time and I used over 40 and got paid for it, they just decided to not give me personal time for this year because of it. Ha ha, but they did give me like 8 extra hours of vacation time. I fuck them, they fuck me, it's how things work. They had me on a fucking register again. For that alone I wanted to stab someone. Every other person that I rang up, told me that I didn't look happy. And that I should smile. So I give them a cheezy grin and they say, "that's better." Fucking morons.
So, I don't have to pay my car payment this month, so I have money for other things. That is always fun. I bought cone tapers and I tried to push one through my ear and it started to bleed so I tried a little more. It didn't work out. I think my ears haven't healed enough for it yet. But they better be ready soon, I'm tired of these gay ass gold earrings. I might buy smaller ones just so I can start it now rather than in another week. Fucking healing proccess. That reminds me I have to cut my hair before I go to sleep.
One more thing, Goodbye, farewell and have a good life.
The last thing was me being nice. I didn't want to, and I empasize that I didn't want to. But I promised I would.
JP