this job, this place, & these people are all KILLING ME. Let me out please, oh please let me out again. I came this far and thus far feelings of failure plague my thoughts.
I now own "Big Trouble in Little China". You know what old Jack Burton says on the pork chop express. He says, "like I told my last wife, honey I never drive faster than I can see other than that it's all in the reflexes".
I am a madman right now. Everything is terrible and I hate every stupid bastard in this town (most of them anyway). I"m going home this afternoon and I'm going to smash my phone and barricade myself in my room and just rot away like the scumbag that I am and deserve to be.