So I saw fucking " War Of the Worlds yesterday. It was okay but it really was all about Tom Cruise. It pretty much left out any other perspectives of things besides his expirience. I went out to the book store after work today and picked up Poppy Z Brites's novels " Liquor" and " Prime". Since I read " Lost Souls" years ago she has always remained one of my favorite authors. She is fucking great with making you believe that her characters are flesh and blood people that you are good friends with and can relate to by the end of the novel. I read all her other shit already.
I had to kill time before the movie so I went over to the bar. This asshole poured out his life story for me. Fucking christ, like I really wanted to hear all that shit. " Well, I still love her, I really wish her the best" and " Yeah, I didn't know drugs had fucked me up so bad until I lost my job, my house and my car" What a fucking idiot, hey!!! if you find your money is dis-a-fucking pearing and you can't recall licking any stamps to send out bills? Then you are probably fucked.
I got home at ten oclock in the morning the other day. I was wicked hungover. Me, Doug, Diana and Marshall sat around, getting wasted and playing video games. I was wrecked and just fucked around on Marshal's guitar. He eventual got fed up at my knocking furniture over and Hashish spillage.
Yeah, when I got home all I wanted to do is sleep. I've got the fucking weekend off again. Time to do it all over again. Some of us never fucking learn..........L8er.........Aj
I had to kill time before the movie so I went over to the bar. This asshole poured out his life story for me. Fucking christ, like I really wanted to hear all that shit. " Well, I still love her, I really wish her the best" and " Yeah, I didn't know drugs had fucked me up so bad until I lost my job, my house and my car" What a fucking idiot, hey!!! if you find your money is dis-a-fucking pearing and you can't recall licking any stamps to send out bills? Then you are probably fucked.
I got home at ten oclock in the morning the other day. I was wicked hungover. Me, Doug, Diana and Marshall sat around, getting wasted and playing video games. I was wrecked and just fucked around on Marshal's guitar. He eventual got fed up at my knocking furniture over and Hashish spillage.

Yeah, when I got home all I wanted to do is sleep. I've got the fucking weekend off again. Time to do it all over again. Some of us never fucking learn..........L8er.........Aj
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