Spiders, the 8 legged SAS?
So what to put here? Im working as a table and/or arse wiper for McDonalds, working with 2 middle aged women and a bunch of hormonal 17 year olds who think getting drunk till you puke and pass out is the height of sophistication. Joy. Plus im not working enough hours currently to even pay my rent, let alone the gas, electricity, water, council tax, internet, phone, air tax, carpet tax or any other number of other random bills that have turned up. Luckily im currently exempt from the 'Social Life' tax.
Had a nice birthday which the scag managed to turn up for, she gave me a titanium ring (I shall break it someday!) and a DVD of Planes, Trains and Automobiles and some monies towards fixing up my computer to its current l337 state. My parents bought me a new sword set, and i got some monies from family and the guys at WHSmiths, who i have yet to thank yet, doh!
So here i am. Back 'home', in my home area i dont know, full of people who's sole aim in life appears to be to get pregnant by 18, with family who i dont really know too well, and who base everything about me on 5 year old knowledge, doing a shitty job working nights instead of early mornings, in a huge empty house instead of a tiny one full of people 24/7.
Hmm, "Watch me fall while i go down, im taking all you bastards to the ground with me, then ill frown."
"Why were you kissing my ear?"
"Why are you holding my hand?"
"Wheres your other hand?"
"Between two pillows."
"Those arent PILLOWS!"
"Scream from my soul,
Fate, mystified,
Hell, forever more"