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today i:
cut my wrist accidently
hit my head on a 2x4 three times before throwing it
got sawdust in my eyes a lot
ripped back part of my fingernail
cut open my hands on miscellaneous sanders
swallowed a bug
worked over 12 hours, literally all day sun up to sun down
i heard one of the "sharpsville bloods" (white suburban high school age kids with backwards hats and red bandanas)listening to evanescence and new found glory early in the morning... most gangsters start their day with that, probably.. i mean at least in farrell, they do...
the other day, i was watching tv and saw a butler. he was an okay guy and was johnny on the spot with a towel for a perspiring man. i said "man i wanna be a butler. i'd make a great butler." nicole told me "way to have high aspirations." maybe she was joking, maybe she wasnt. what does it matter? if i'd be good at something and i'd be content with it and i could cover myself financially, who cares? maybe i dont want to be a doctor. maybe i dont want to be a lawyer. maybe i dont want to be a scientist or an astronaut or an NBA player. i will never have my face on the cover of a wheaties box. i will never be a trading card. i will never have statues made in my likeness or buildings named after me. i'm not dissapointed in that at all. i want to live my life. i want to find a profession. i want to master an art or a job or even a task. yeah, i want to be successful and roll on dubs and pay illegal immigrants who break into this country uninvited and expect to be welcomed and supported with american tax dollars you bastards to mow my lawn.
sure i want to have a nice life.
and if my aspirations are to be a butler then who gives a shit if they're not as high as jacques cousteaus or marlon brandos or mugsy bogues or kevin federlines?
i'm not interested in their lives. i'm interested in mine.
i'm not making moves for anyone but myself.
i'm not trying to impress you dullard assholes.
cut my wrist accidently
hit my head on a 2x4 three times before throwing it
got sawdust in my eyes a lot
ripped back part of my fingernail
cut open my hands on miscellaneous sanders
swallowed a bug
worked over 12 hours, literally all day sun up to sun down
i heard one of the "sharpsville bloods" (white suburban high school age kids with backwards hats and red bandanas)listening to evanescence and new found glory early in the morning... most gangsters start their day with that, probably.. i mean at least in farrell, they do...
the other day, i was watching tv and saw a butler. he was an okay guy and was johnny on the spot with a towel for a perspiring man. i said "man i wanna be a butler. i'd make a great butler." nicole told me "way to have high aspirations." maybe she was joking, maybe she wasnt. what does it matter? if i'd be good at something and i'd be content with it and i could cover myself financially, who cares? maybe i dont want to be a doctor. maybe i dont want to be a lawyer. maybe i dont want to be a scientist or an astronaut or an NBA player. i will never have my face on the cover of a wheaties box. i will never be a trading card. i will never have statues made in my likeness or buildings named after me. i'm not dissapointed in that at all. i want to live my life. i want to find a profession. i want to master an art or a job or even a task. yeah, i want to be successful and roll on dubs and pay illegal immigrants who break into this country uninvited and expect to be welcomed and supported with american tax dollars you bastards to mow my lawn.
sure i want to have a nice life.
and if my aspirations are to be a butler then who gives a shit if they're not as high as jacques cousteaus or marlon brandos or mugsy bogues or kevin federlines?
i'm not interested in their lives. i'm interested in mine.
i'm not making moves for anyone but myself.
i'm not trying to impress you dullard assholes.