left to my own devices

[blustocking]

As the story goes...

How many bangs (on the desk) does it take to get to the center of my head?
A-one!
A-two!
A-thrrrrreeeee!
*CRACKsplooooooogeOOZE*

Yes, that IS what it would sound like. I researched.

Where are you going with my watermelon?
I'm not crazy.

I'm going to be a self-destructive dumbass and go home at 8am, sleep for 3 hours and do another 7.5 hours of community service. But then I will be done. DONE! The delinquent will be free! Free to fuck up OTHER THINGS! Mmmmm...so many..other..things... THEN I will work both jobs on Thursday. And then I will die. And all will be right with the world. *zen-like bow*

I have little to nothing to look forward to.

May this day move swiftly into the Year of Repair.

May you be pleasantly surprised

p.s. Speaking of...it would be nice if everyone posted a hearty farewell in fuck2002. She hath served me(us) well. *salutes, tears up*

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Comments

[firedragon.livejournal.com]

The Year of Repair.
The Year of All Things Better Than They Were In 2002.

I don't have a whole lot to look forward to either. Except maybe making things better for myself. You have the same to look forward to.

Do I make sense? ha ha.....

Have a nice one, J-dawg.

Let's hope

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

My Things To Look Forward To have just been drasticly cut. I suppose 2002 has to get in its final punches. I expect to be paralyzed from the waist down by midnight. Not that it will matter. HA! ;}

YOU MAKE PERFECT SENSE!
Especially with all this acid coarsing through my veins...dood....my hands....look at my hands.....

You too, J-Double-Dawg.