mrstitches

for heavens sake catch me before I kill more I cannot control myself

Smell like a brew-ry, look like a tramp.
Ain't got a quarter, got a po-stage stamp.

will drop pants for a decent, reasonably well paying job.

Ahhh, the rage is gone. It has been replaced with constant distaste, and moderate boredom. It's good to be back to normal. If I don't get my car back soon though, the rage will return with a vengence. It's been almost 2 weeks, and all my mechanic can tell me is that maybe it is my ignition cluster, and that that would be a $300...
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God damned fucking shitty nonsense! FUUUCK. The rage. . .it is strong. OHHHH the rage!

I feel like whining a lot, about everything. But fuck that. Life is great! yes. . .great. hehehehe. . . .

damn the torpedoes.

I am in desperate need of gasoline for my car. And I will run out of cigarettes for the week by the end of tomorrow I think. Something must be done. The first person to read this is legally obligated to show up at my door with a breifcase full of unmarked, non-consecutive $100 bills. Or else.