Tuesday Jun 15, 2004

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Stress is a bitch, on a rampage. Normally I can deal with it, but when the too-good-to-work fuck head bosses do nothing but pile work in front of me, I tend to get violent and easily pissed the fuck off. Fuck this job, fuck their attourneys, fuck their broken fuckin computers, fuck em all. mad good thing i'm putting in my two weeks on monday.

Sunday Jun 13, 2004

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skull Kill me with a rubber spoon, I do everything right for once, and I still don't get so much as an oppertunity to explain my words. I have this little problem, I tend to forget every now and then that my girlfriend can't keep her nose out of my business. So she reads an ancient fucking entry and I get woken up at three o'clock...
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Saturday Apr 10, 2004

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My new tatt healed at lightning speed, kinda freaked me out; two weeks and I dedn't need to put lotion on it. Been with my girl for two years now, that freaks me out considering the shit we went through with that ass hole marine ex of hers. Painful for me to think of those times when I knew they were together, fucking, and they...
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Saturday Feb 07, 2004

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God damn emotional crisis. Can't talk to my girlfriend anymore about anything other than what she wants me to buy her, can't decide where to go to school, AIU or Fullerton JC, and now I have to figure out how the hell i'm gong to get this new love interest out of my head. This neww girl, Melissa, yeah, I could fall for her in...
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Friday Jan 23, 2004

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My computer is a piece of shit!!!!!
viciousdemalice:
This was the all time shittyiest day for me in the whole of my existance thus far. Only by crashing into another tree and seriously maiming my body in the process could this day have been worse.Thank fuck I'm giving my two weeks notice next monday, If I get one more god damned chemical burn, or have one more object fall on my head, I'm walikng the fuck out and giving them all the finger. mad
texas:
yeah i have familt in CA. the band is relocating after i finish school...SF is a possibility. smile

Friday Jan 23, 2004

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I mix chemicals together for a living, the kind that eventually put the chrome on your new wheel. Every day I get some sort of horrifying injury that results usually in a scar, not that I mind the latter, but come on, I'm running out of bandaids! Sure, I could quit, but then I have no jaob wiht which to pay for my verious outings.