I got home this morning to find that something was missing from my room, something that could be found if someone was looking through my stuff for something, or just snooping. My little black bag is missing and as soon as he gets home from work im gonna kick that son of a bitch's ass, that fucker has no right to go through my things, i don't ( Read more... )

Shit I hate my job ( Read more... )

I got a call from Kohler, where I applied for a week ago, and i got the job. So I'm starting in the morning at 6am which means 5 because it's in armstrong and i have to drive there...im going to sleep.
yaa i get to work finally

I like to read (sometimes), perticularly the works of Taisen Deshimaru and steve niles.

The heat makes me tired, if i had a fan i would stay near it (very close.) my house is not cool, iknowimtired but i can bra ke all the rules.

It's hot, im tired, something needs to be done; nothing that my good friend jim beam wouldn't fix....Fix...fix...hmm i wonder who needs a fix. Listening to numbers, it's seven O' clock and kung fu comes to mind..

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im still alive

I am currently making Haste to test subject matter. Last night i staggered into my fallen room and my bed opened up. Fixed on the inviting comfort of the blankets i could only respond by drifting into a dark haze. Only it wasn't sleeping. Tossing uncomfortably i was half awoken, paralyzed by the sound of an orchestra of 1000 peerless voices.