Make a move
A foreword to this post:
On the 7th of November 2005, the higher powers above have decided to give me a gift. Of a fractured ankle. Thanks a fucking lot assholes.
Given the latest circumstances i've been put under, it's evident i'm doing something wrong with my life to incur the wrath of god in such a manner.
Someone should tell me WHAT; because as far as i'm concerned i haven't been doing much innocent-bunny-killing or poor-people-robbing recently. And i have been particularly nice to Mother.
I've been slogging at work dutifully, been kind and obliging to friends, and fufilling my stupid fucking family obligations by going out on nauseatingly brady bunch-esque dinners and lunches with them, and cleaning the house up.
If anything, i probably deserve some merit for the SHIT that i've decided to put myself under, trying to better myself as a person.
I am sick of grinning and bearing it. I am sick of getting kicked in my imaginary balls everytime i decide to turn over a new leaf. I am sick of trying to walk only to hear the bones in my ankle give random sickenly disgusting cracks.
Yeah. That's it. I have had enough.
The next person i see, i am going to PUNCH in the face.
On the 7th of November 2005, the higher powers above have decided to give me a gift. Of a fractured ankle. Thanks a fucking lot assholes.
Given the latest circumstances i've been put under, it's evident i'm doing something wrong with my life to incur the wrath of god in such a manner.
Someone should tell me WHAT; because as far as i'm concerned i haven't been doing much innocent-bunny-killing or poor-people-robbing recently. And i have been particularly nice to Mother.
I've been slogging at work dutifully, been kind and obliging to friends, and fufilling my stupid fucking family obligations by going out on nauseatingly brady bunch-esque dinners and lunches with them, and cleaning the house up.
If anything, i probably deserve some merit for the SHIT that i've decided to put myself under, trying to better myself as a person.
I am sick of grinning and bearing it. I am sick of getting kicked in my imaginary balls everytime i decide to turn over a new leaf. I am sick of trying to walk only to hear the bones in my ankle give random sickenly disgusting cracks.
Yeah. That's it. I have had enough.
The next person i see, i am going to PUNCH in the face.