FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK - hatred boiling, head hurts, throat hurts
Started my new job. Sucks. No one there will tell me what's expected of me yet they assign me tasks. Hrmph. Lame. I hated it. There are so many differences between BAM and Borders. Fuck BAM and Fuck Borders.
I got off of work at my new job today so I decided to head to Knoxville to get my last paycheck from Borders..... I got off at 8 and the place I usually cash my check closes at 9. I busted ASS to get there, drove quite quickly. I called first to make sure I had a check there, cause you know, don't wanna waste my time or some ridiculous shit like that.
So I get to Borders and, as said, there was a check for me. So I bust ass up to the Bi-Lo where I usually cash my checks. I open my check and lo and behold: $0.00 - They fucking cut me a check, had it printed and mailed, for zero fucking god damned dollars and zero fucking god damned cents.
I. Am. Furious.
I can't even... okay. Words do not even begin to... I'm so fucking blisteringly mad I cannot enunciate nor can I see straight. I don't remember the drive home. I was too scared to look at the instrument panel because I headed off to Knoxville with barely enough gas for the trip there and back. I thought that would be okay seeing as how I was GOING THERE to pick up a "PAY"check for an amount of spendable MONEY. Fucking assfucks.
So I didn't look at my fuel indicator because I was too scared I'd run out and since I have NO MONEY TO MY NAME and NO WAY TO BUY GAS I figured if it happened it happened. I can tell you that my knuckles were WHITE on the drive home. I screamed and screamed. And then I took a break. Once I got on Chapman Highway I screamed some more. My throat hurts as a result. Those ignorant fucking assholes. ASSHOLES!
So, they said I worked three hours that pay period. BULLSHIT. I worked three days, or at least I seemed to recall having done that. Anyway I guess either I was wrong or Borders contains some petty, petty employees. Not only did they fucking fire me KNOWING I had been driving there very day for work from FUCKING SEVIERVILLE, they screwed me on my last check! GOD DAMN FUCKING SONS OF BITCHES!!!! AHRHRHRHRHGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay. So I'm barely calm enough to type. It's friday night. I get home at 9:45 and both of my parents are sleeping so I can't listen to music, I can't do anything to make myself feel better. I'm broke so I can't buy any, well, you know; which means I can't self-medicate. I don't even have enough money for a small bottle of rum so I can at LEAST drink myself to sleep. No, tonight I get to choke on my rage, I get to FEEL the pain instead of flush it away with drugs & alchohol. Lovely. I fucking *LOVE* not being able to self-medicate. It's just fucking PEACHY.
So. Shitty day gets even shittier for the ole T-dog. How's that for bullshit? My life is nothing more than a sustained series of turds. I get shit on just about every. FUCKING. DAY! I'm so sick it hurts. WAIT! I just remembered that my parents have, for some reason, liquor in a cabinet WAAAAAY back in the back. See, they only drink beer. They never fuck with the hard stuff.
I wonder..... (BRB)
Holy. Fucking. SHIT! - When I left all mad a few days ago (check the post where I got in a fight with my mom and stormed out, got in a fight with my dad and claimed I'd never come back here, that's the one!) I forgot that I left the very last little bit of my Captain Morgan Private Stock. It isn't much but behind it there is a bottle of Merlot, two bottles of Vodka and some TEQUILA, BITCHES!!!!
Looks like I *do* get to self-medicate after all. Ha! Mmmmmmmmmmmm; PRIVATE STOCK IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! Aw fuck YEAH! So anyway, I guess I better stop writing this lame JOURNAL ENTRY and start GETTING SHITTY. I don't have to work until 4:00 tomorrow and I'm miserably depressed so...
TYLER DRINKY DRINKY!!!!!!
* I realize that my self-medication is a problem. I realize that drinking is new to me, very new, so I'm quite unable to handle it. Therefore it takes VERY LITTLE for me to actually get drunk. And oh boy, am I about to lay it fucking on. Oh boy. So anyway, I realize that drinking to drown problems is BAD. I realize that - wait, I'm calling Dave Shirley... let's see if he answers... - he didn't. Sigh. Anyway, I realize that drinking and smoking ___ doesn't help me in any way whatsoever, that it only hurts, that it's a bad habit to get into. Fuckall. I'm goddamned LONLEY here! All my friends have moved or gone to the beach or gotten married... My best friend is my fucking ANIMAL, my fucking PET, Jubei. He's such a good listener! HA! He always listens and he never interrupts me, except when he has to pee.
I love my puppy.
Anyway, goodnight you people. I'll likely get on here and make some drunken post later on; in fact I look forward to it. I can't wait. Last time I got as drunk as I'm betting I'ma get tonight I wrote Sadie. If ya'll don't know about Sadie I can totally tell you: She's the first girl that I ever FELL HARD in love with. Oh man, I cannot even begin to describe it! Anyway she's engaged and THAT, dear friends and readers, is the reason I started drinking. Not to place blame or lay guilt... shit, that's the last thing I'd wanna do to her - Not to blame her, but when I heard that Sadie and dude-man were getting married I though, "What real problem did I ever have with alchohol? Oh yeah, NONE!" So fuck it. I'ma get MAD TRASHED tonight.
SADIE ALENE VAN WINKLE, wherever you are in Sunny Beautiful CALIFORNIA - This last shot of my favorite new rum is for you and the luckiest man on the planet; your fiance. I wish you both all the happiness in the world because god damn it you deserve it!
CHEERS!
Hope to see you again soon on another episode of TYLER GETS WASTED AND POSTS A STRANGELY POETIC LIVEJOURNAL ENTRY!!!!!! Look for it!
T
I got off of work at my new job today so I decided to head to Knoxville to get my last paycheck from Borders..... I got off at 8 and the place I usually cash my check closes at 9. I busted ASS to get there, drove quite quickly. I called first to make sure I had a check there, cause you know, don't wanna waste my time or some ridiculous shit like that.
So I get to Borders and, as said, there was a check for me. So I bust ass up to the Bi-Lo where I usually cash my checks. I open my check and lo and behold: $0.00 - They fucking cut me a check, had it printed and mailed, for zero fucking god damned dollars and zero fucking god damned cents.
I. Am. Furious.
I can't even... okay. Words do not even begin to... I'm so fucking blisteringly mad I cannot enunciate nor can I see straight. I don't remember the drive home. I was too scared to look at the instrument panel because I headed off to Knoxville with barely enough gas for the trip there and back. I thought that would be okay seeing as how I was GOING THERE to pick up a "PAY"check for an amount of spendable MONEY. Fucking assfucks.
So I didn't look at my fuel indicator because I was too scared I'd run out and since I have NO MONEY TO MY NAME and NO WAY TO BUY GAS I figured if it happened it happened. I can tell you that my knuckles were WHITE on the drive home. I screamed and screamed. And then I took a break. Once I got on Chapman Highway I screamed some more. My throat hurts as a result. Those ignorant fucking assholes. ASSHOLES!
So, they said I worked three hours that pay period. BULLSHIT. I worked three days, or at least I seemed to recall having done that. Anyway I guess either I was wrong or Borders contains some petty, petty employees. Not only did they fucking fire me KNOWING I had been driving there very day for work from FUCKING SEVIERVILLE, they screwed me on my last check! GOD DAMN FUCKING SONS OF BITCHES!!!! AHRHRHRHRHGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay. So I'm barely calm enough to type. It's friday night. I get home at 9:45 and both of my parents are sleeping so I can't listen to music, I can't do anything to make myself feel better. I'm broke so I can't buy any, well, you know; which means I can't self-medicate. I don't even have enough money for a small bottle of rum so I can at LEAST drink myself to sleep. No, tonight I get to choke on my rage, I get to FEEL the pain instead of flush it away with drugs & alchohol. Lovely. I fucking *LOVE* not being able to self-medicate. It's just fucking PEACHY.
So. Shitty day gets even shittier for the ole T-dog. How's that for bullshit? My life is nothing more than a sustained series of turds. I get shit on just about every. FUCKING. DAY! I'm so sick it hurts. WAIT! I just remembered that my parents have, for some reason, liquor in a cabinet WAAAAAY back in the back. See, they only drink beer. They never fuck with the hard stuff.
I wonder..... (BRB)
Holy. Fucking. SHIT! - When I left all mad a few days ago (check the post where I got in a fight with my mom and stormed out, got in a fight with my dad and claimed I'd never come back here, that's the one!) I forgot that I left the very last little bit of my Captain Morgan Private Stock. It isn't much but behind it there is a bottle of Merlot, two bottles of Vodka and some TEQUILA, BITCHES!!!!
Looks like I *do* get to self-medicate after all. Ha! Mmmmmmmmmmmm; PRIVATE STOCK IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! Aw fuck YEAH! So anyway, I guess I better stop writing this lame JOURNAL ENTRY and start GETTING SHITTY. I don't have to work until 4:00 tomorrow and I'm miserably depressed so...
TYLER DRINKY DRINKY!!!!!!
* I realize that my self-medication is a problem. I realize that drinking is new to me, very new, so I'm quite unable to handle it. Therefore it takes VERY LITTLE for me to actually get drunk. And oh boy, am I about to lay it fucking on. Oh boy. So anyway, I realize that drinking to drown problems is BAD. I realize that - wait, I'm calling Dave Shirley... let's see if he answers... - he didn't. Sigh. Anyway, I realize that drinking and smoking ___ doesn't help me in any way whatsoever, that it only hurts, that it's a bad habit to get into. Fuckall. I'm goddamned LONLEY here! All my friends have moved or gone to the beach or gotten married... My best friend is my fucking ANIMAL, my fucking PET, Jubei. He's such a good listener! HA! He always listens and he never interrupts me, except when he has to pee.
I love my puppy.
Anyway, goodnight you people. I'll likely get on here and make some drunken post later on; in fact I look forward to it. I can't wait. Last time I got as drunk as I'm betting I'ma get tonight I wrote Sadie. If ya'll don't know about Sadie I can totally tell you: She's the first girl that I ever FELL HARD in love with. Oh man, I cannot even begin to describe it! Anyway she's engaged and THAT, dear friends and readers, is the reason I started drinking. Not to place blame or lay guilt... shit, that's the last thing I'd wanna do to her - Not to blame her, but when I heard that Sadie and dude-man were getting married I though, "What real problem did I ever have with alchohol? Oh yeah, NONE!" So fuck it. I'ma get MAD TRASHED tonight.
SADIE ALENE VAN WINKLE, wherever you are in Sunny Beautiful CALIFORNIA - This last shot of my favorite new rum is for you and the luckiest man on the planet; your fiance. I wish you both all the happiness in the world because god damn it you deserve it!
CHEERS!
Hope to see you again soon on another episode of TYLER GETS WASTED AND POSTS A STRANGELY POETIC LIVEJOURNAL ENTRY!!!!!! Look for it!
T