god fucking damnit.

so why the fuck is it i torment myself...



-el

white guys at the mall be acting all like zombies...

so, today...

i worked a 9. fuck that said me...

sinbad dropped by the theatre tonight... yes, that sinbad, not that stupid fucking pirate with one eye.. the stupid fucking comedian... him and his whole entourage. the man himself bought peanut m&ms, yet i cant help but wonder, what the fuck does it mean???

went to the cowboy bar after work, got a pint, and saw the first crush i ever had (pretty much, i think), so i promptly drank the pint, got some water, drank it, smoked a dag outside,,, and left... promptly. no use trying to talk to her i figured. the bar has kareoke on friday and saturday nights, so its impossible to here yourself think, let alone have a conversation with someone you havent seen in nearly 7 or 8 years... i just figured, 'i'll just sit at the bar, looking all sad and what not, chewing on a toothpick, and possibly she'll recognize me and initiate conversation.' luckily things went well. she looked fucking great though.... damn.

some punk kid and my work said the following:
'heres my impersonation of rusty: "hi, im rusty. im 21, i like to drink. im depressed and i gamble, plus i have bad hair..." '

the funny thing about this... is this 'punk kid' sports a mullet.
at least i dont have a mullet you fuck.
i was steaming pissed off...
filled to the fucking brim (and then some) with rage...

but you know...


-el

'all hail the athiest'

so yeah, a week and a half goes by, and the test just started,
i think i may not do so hot...
ahhh, fuck it, im over it at this point,
im just glad i finally gave it to her i guess...
moving on...

i went to church last sunday,

wow

people really get worked up about god...
its ridiculous really.

shit is going down at my work, boy howdy...
i dont know what the fuck is going to happen,
this shit is sketchy, i may not like it there after too long...
moving on...

im going to try to type and write less '...'
i feel that '...' is making me less innovative,
making my brain feel all... barren.

fuck.
moving on...

my throat is all rough right now, it hurts to smoke dags, but do i stop?
no, im a champ...
moving on...


-el

the 'two dollar bill butterfly' test

well, either way, this is it...
ok, that aside...

damn waifous (or, 'the rev' if you would prefer...) gave me this flash program...
and i pretty much cant stop with it...

FUCKING audit'or was at my work again today,,, 3rd fucking day in a row... what a fantasticly dickish thing for him to do...
everybody is tense and on edge when hes around....

im going to watch march of the penguins tommorow, yippee.... i am excited...
penguins are sooo cute... damnit, i hate that word...

im tired, and last night and tonight my right arm feels broken...

'You've cut yourself off
I thought we agreed
No limb should be left
So severed and bleeding
What are you missing?
What are you missing?'

...fuck


-el