- scar tissue that i wish you saw.
- July 6th, 2005
i'm so mad at my job, i could kill somebody. it's getting out of hand. everybody's all pissed off. i'm the only person who doesn't go around doing things wrong on purpose just to piss someone else off. it's fucking stupid. i'm so fucking tired of this shit, if i didn't need money, i'd just fucking quit.
i haven't said much of anything here lately, have i? not really. there's nothing much to say about the shit that's gone on anymore. i'm disappointed with how things turned out. *shrug* there's nothing more to be said about it. life is funny, and i don't understand it anymore. fuck it all, let's have a party.
the fourth was a good day. i didn't talk about it much, really. i conned some guy into buying me dinner because he didn't have anything better to do, and it was actually really boring and lame, but... free food, fuckers, i win. then i went over to joe & sierra's and got free beer. i'm such a free loader. good day tho. stayed up until 6am talking to a certain someone... but that's unimportant. nothing's going anywhere, and i'm completely uninterested in another relationship. i always sucked at them, anyway. so one of my ex's has a tat of a chick demon on his back that he named after me. that really explains it all, doesn't it?
hmm. yea, i honestly don't have anything to talk about. i'm ok, i'm just... pissed off. naptime.