Fuck it...
No matter how hard I try, or how good I am ..or how much I get accomplished.. I am the bad guy.
My car dies... I am the bad guy.
I get plans to goi oput and have a few drinks and crash at a friends house .. I am the bad guy.
The pharmacy fucks up filling n=my order.. and I am late getting home becaue I had to go to three pharmacies..I am the bad guy.
My friends fuck each over... lie cheat and steal.. I keep my mouth sht to av oid fucking ovet three people at once. Yedp, I am again the bad guy.
I have no AC charger for my crackberry... So it died, because my chareger is in rth car.. BUT I talk a RANDOM FUCKING STRANGER into letting me login to their laptop, so I can send her a gmail text to let ner know that the heatis really getting to me.. and I am breaking out hives.. and bleeding from my fucking ass.. and I am going to sleep in a cool room for awile and see if ,y body stops trying to inflate my legs like balloons.. You guess it. bad guy
So, when I leave gmailtxt fom random dudes computer.. this is what I come home to find...
"These messages were sent while you were offline.
7:19 AM +15133175317: I'm sorry too. Much like Shannon, I feel like a fucking idiot who is part of someone's sick joke. I'm done with nights like this. Hope it was worth it."
Fuck .. this ,, shir
I am so done.
Since I have no car .. I am going to go take a long walk in the heat and see how long this takes
Kat, your drivers license is on my monitor
Goodbye all
My car dies... I am the bad guy.
I get plans to goi oput and have a few drinks and crash at a friends house .. I am the bad guy.
The pharmacy fucks up filling n=my order.. and I am late getting home becaue I had to go to three pharmacies..I am the bad guy.
My friends fuck each over... lie cheat and steal.. I keep my mouth sht to av oid fucking ovet three people at once. Yedp, I am again the bad guy.
I have no AC charger for my crackberry... So it died, because my chareger is in rth car.. BUT I talk a RANDOM FUCKING STRANGER into letting me login to their laptop, so I can send her a gmail text to let ner know that the heatis really getting to me.. and I am breaking out hives.. and bleeding from my fucking ass.. and I am going to sleep in a cool room for awile and see if ,y body stops trying to inflate my legs like balloons.. You guess it. bad guy
So, when I leave gmailtxt fom random dudes computer.. this is what I come home to find...
"These messages were sent while you were offline.
7:19 AM +15133175317: I'm sorry too. Much like Shannon, I feel like a fucking idiot who is part of someone's sick joke. I'm done with nights like this. Hope it was worth it."
Fuck .. this ,, shir
I am so done.
Since I have no car .. I am going to go take a long walk in the heat and see how long this takes
Kat, your drivers license is on my monitor
Goodbye all