Sunday feels like it was a hundred years ago. The days just pass and fade to nothing. Nothing even feels real now. Nothing helps, and nothing can. My head hurts now, and i need to sleep. To sleep, to dream.
While most of the fags in this city are busy at thier fucking beck or weezer or some homo ass gigs i spent the night rocking the FUCK out at slayer..i cant talk or hear right now but by christ it was worth it.
w00t! w00t! w00t!! Fucking yes!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS YA FOOKIN DANCER!!!!!!!!!!!! I got my place in college :D I start on monday, so tomorrow i get to tell work to take this job and..restaff it! And i also made the fucking coolest friend ive had in years the other day. All in all, things are looking up. W00t!!!
I'm sick of working. I want to leave. Now. Its not that im sick of working, im sick of my slut boss, and sick of being fucked by these pricks
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