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i feel like vomitting. will i ever stop hating the world? im very calm anymore, which scares me because i still feel the same. being used to being angry all the time is not a normal thing to be adapting to. there's something very wrong here.
i just got out of psych class and i still have a half hour before i have to run upstairs to algebra. she played another video today on prejudice. this time the video had bill cosby in it, with white paint on his face, bashing on every culture. white paint. thats funny. i wouldve put my head down but come on, it was bill cosby, and all i kept thinking about was the jell-o commercials with the little kids making cut out stars made of strawberry jell-o. how the fuck does jell-o work? i thought about this until class time was up.
helping krysta do her project tonight. we have to go to the goodwill and pick up a dress and then to tb for some crack. i cant wait. ive been at school for way to goddamn long and my adacemic advisor pissed me the fuck off this morning.
this man makes me want to put a loaded gun to my head and pull the fucking trigger. i keep trying to figure out if a fat bald old man could really be that much of a pompous asshole, or if he puts up that front as a weak attempt at making himself feel superior, since he's a 50 year old loser who hides in his cubical all day and types poetry about how miserable and pathetic his life is with one hand while staring at his alanis morrisette poster and masturbating with the other hand. dont talk to me like im ten years old, cause i will fucking snap.
i just got out of psych class and i still have a half hour before i have to run upstairs to algebra. she played another video today on prejudice. this time the video had bill cosby in it, with white paint on his face, bashing on every culture. white paint. thats funny. i wouldve put my head down but come on, it was bill cosby, and all i kept thinking about was the jell-o commercials with the little kids making cut out stars made of strawberry jell-o. how the fuck does jell-o work? i thought about this until class time was up.
helping krysta do her project tonight. we have to go to the goodwill and pick up a dress and then to tb for some crack. i cant wait. ive been at school for way to goddamn long and my adacemic advisor pissed me the fuck off this morning.
this man makes me want to put a loaded gun to my head and pull the fucking trigger. i keep trying to figure out if a fat bald old man could really be that much of a pompous asshole, or if he puts up that front as a weak attempt at making himself feel superior, since he's a 50 year old loser who hides in his cubical all day and types poetry about how miserable and pathetic his life is with one hand while staring at his alanis morrisette poster and masturbating with the other hand. dont talk to me like im ten years old, cause i will fucking snap.