this shit is so dun dada
well, this is different. i am updating from my house. this is not something that i plan to do regularly. see, when i leave work i like to leave work at work until i wake up and have to go to work again. can you work with that?? it was too hot to update in the break room today. too many workers that might look over my shoulder and snitch me out so here i am. today was fucked up. everything went wrong. i arrived on the scene caffenated and hyped and i left dehydrated and washed. i am fucking spent. peto is so washed. he has this dead look in his eyes like he smokes too much weed, drinks everynight, takes oxycontin all day or just doesnt sleep. he carries himself like he has given up completely on life. hunched shoulders, poor posture, pathetic stride. i wish that i could know what his personal life is like. does he have a wife? does he have kids? is he truly a loner? he has been in the mailroom for 15 years! can you fucking believe this!!?? i would have gone "postal" (lol) a long fucking time ago. i think im starting to get on the s.o.b's good side though. yesterday he said i was number one! (because i finished first.) strange times working in this mailroom. im just trying to pay rent and go to music school, u feel?
o ya, i also got for some scandalous shit that i'll have to tell you about next time. shout out to my boy alexander, you know that fools hard!!!