shitbitchcuntfuck....ass
Mar. 13th, 2003 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingFUCK I hate days like this. I feel like a goddamned martini, shaken and stirred. YOU BRUISED IT, YOU GODDAMNED CRAP-ASS BARTENDER. I have things to do. I should be looking for a job like a starving motherfucking tiger because goddamn, my Mother is taking off all of next week. And if I have to be here all week for that, I will surely, go insane. I would rather sit here in a comatose state. I don't have the drive to do JACK SHIT today and it just pisses me off further.
I feel so unsettled. As if there's something wrong, but I don't know what or care to figure it out.
Stupid choppy sleep and bits of dreams. I have a feeling I have you to blame.
I'm going to go force myself to get something done, in the hopes that it will make me feel better.
I feel so unsettled. As if there's something wrong, but I don't know what or care to figure it out.
Stupid choppy sleep and bits of dreams. I have a feeling I have you to blame.
I'm going to go force myself to get something done, in the hopes that it will make me feel better.
