Busy as fuck lately, damn ( Read more... )

Hooooooooooo jeez.

I hate work.

I'm sick of people. I'm sick of selling things. I'm sick of pretending like I DON'T think that you're fucking retarded when you come up to talk to me.

*sigh*

I really don't think it's a personal thing at all. When I'm not working, I'm perfectly optimistic and quite good at completely ignoring the people around me.. So, I ( Read more... )

im cool.
everything's good.

work's kind of lame. i like the prospect of being paid as much as supervisor's are paid, but this is just a fucking headacccheeee. uggghhhh.

i mean, it's cool though. i like bossing people around. it's funny.

i'm still lame.
i've maxed out my room, though. put up this sweet ass table and some candles and incense.
then got ( Read more... )

I really just want to make myself better ( Read more... )

i was nicer when i was high ( Read more... )

I can't feel my feet.

I'm the same.

I just wanted everyone to know.

How much does your past effect you?

Do you feel that any damage previously done, especially in the subject of relationships, can be undone with positive thought?

Appreciate life for what it is. Temporary.

Get what you can.. take the rest.

Stop complaining. So many people have it so much worse than what we have. Your life isn't all that difficult.

The sun shines brighter when you know it's there.

And now, we proudly present
songs perverse and songs of lament.
A couple of hymns of confession,
and songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again.
Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
There's no use to keep a secret,
everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
so read on- accuse me when you're done-
if ( Read more... )