No, I didnt do any art. Im tired. Im on my 3rd thanksgiving meal now, and the parents are already drunk, the sister told me Im not invited to her wedding and she's getting rid of her new dogs... ack. I leave for Vegas next week, and thats the same week as the craft show, so Im busy silk screening T-shirts for the sale. I have a cat and a dog in
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Maybe I should shut my mouth. My grandpa died, and I can't make it to the funeral cause I'm stuck here doing other people's work. So I'm getting fat, eating creamcheese and pepperoncini on crackers, with a soda, and I only like soda with rum (good idea) and my coworkers talked to me about death and moronic people going and murdering people like this dude that raped little boys and drilled holes in their heads and poured shit in to make them his 'sex toy zombies'. So I can't fucking sleep tonight on top of that, and yeah, the sex toy zombie thing is a true story. Fantastic huh? Gotta love some people. So sorry, I'm venting about how much the world is wearing on me. ANd I feel fuckin bad for you, cause that's just shit. We don't need more shit in the world. God. It's easier to spread shit than clean it up, you know?
Someone's gotta do the dirty work though, and I give you props for that, especially due to the environment you've had to work within.
ANyway, I'll stop ranting and raving. Some people just drive me up the fuckin wall. I miss kickboxing and martial arts. Do I want to kick something or what. I really need it.
Too bad I'm tired of seeing people like blown up and shot and shit cuase I'd like to send a few packing sometime, you know?
*grumbles* Izzy, we need to hang out. Lets laser tag or something. Fuck. Go downtown, I dunno, I don't care. Call me.
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