Still out of smokes. Life sucks here. But apparently not as badly as it is back there. Ha ha.

I still don't want these bastards touching my stupid fucking kids.

I wonder what the fuck is Outside.

Hn. . .bitch said it all. This place sucks, big time. Not to mention I've decided I'm going to die of lung cancer in about. . .I'm gonna say one damn week. Gone through so many friggen packs I can't even laugh at it. I've spent more time outside on the steps than inside the stupid house. Speaking of smoking, I could really use one right now ( Read more... )

Well. This place is shit, AND it's that time of year again. Fuck I hate getting older.

I don't like this feeling. It's a bad fucking feeling and I don't like it. Ukon agrees. Bastard. But he still agrees.

I need more cigarettes. Why the fuck are they all friggen gone?

The bastard came home this morning. I'd have preferred if he'd have stayed gone. More place in the house without him even if he never comes out. But, eh, the spawn like him. He likes them. Whatever. I can just work in my office without having to care about the rest of the house ( Read more... )

Hey, Bitch. You can Sleep in tomorrow. I don't want any fucking questions, got it? You can't ask jack shit. Just trust me.

I hate babies. But I'll make an exception. . .

Hey, princess, if you're looking for the girl it's 'cause she's out on the porch with me. No. I'm not smoking.

It's been about a week. Too freakin' long of a week too. Whatever. I think it's time to go home. . .hn. . .

They're there.

Work. Fucking. Sucks.

End of story.

Sakon couldn't figure out why he suddenly enjoyed winter, marveled in the snow flitting from the sky. His eyes stared out through a large half-circle window on the second floor of the photography studio. Sitting in a large, royal blue, very cushioned arm chair, the man sighed and turned his face from the falling ( Read more... )

I hate the rain, it makes me more annoyed than usual and Ukon gets all whiny. It also forces us to stay inside, which sucks because I don't want to stay inside.

They don't sell my brand of smokes here. I'm tweaking out, and I have nothing to smoke. Fuckers.