Jan 29, 2007 21:52
I might have broken a toe. Or two. I kicked a garbage can yesterday. Very hard. With no shoe on. Sentence fragment.
The house in which I currently reside is giant pile of shit. There's garbage and dishes and clothing everywhere. Most days I can deal with it. Yesterday, I just exploded. Sadly, there was no one around to see it. I broke stuff. I threw the garbage can into the fridge. I punched a wall. Aside from my left foot now hurting like a sumbitch, it was awesome.
Lisa asked me later what the noise was about and I explained it to her. I also told her I wanted to fucking kill everyone in the house. She told me to cheer up, to which I replied "No," and went upstairs.
The moral of the story is stay in school.
And fuck this house.