I feel like shit. I feel like vomiting. I feel like hanging myself--an urge i get whenever i do something stupid.
Or whenever i think of something stupid i did. I've done--whatever.
I finished the Nil8 thing--Sammy chucked at it.
I bought a hat.
I was gonna get Pink Socks today, but they dont HAVE pink socks for men. atleast not at Wal-Mart--which we stopped by after hitting Game Stop.
I hate Wal-Mart. I fucking hate it. I hate the people that work there, i hate the shit they carry, i hate the people that shop there, and i hate the very CONCEPT of Wal-Mart.
But at 330am onna Thursday Nite, it's the only thing open.
But we didnt go at 330am onna Thursday nite. We went at 7pm onna Saturday.
Looking for pink socks.
Which they dont have, btw, in the men's section.
But Cantalopes--five for a dollar.
So we go to the Girls' section. With the prosta-tots and chain-smoking housewives.
And i get looked at for being a pederast. Because the only fucking place in the store where there's pink ankle socks is in the kiddie section--the girl kiddie section.
and i'm wearing a shirt that sez "Girl Scouts Gone Wild."
and i'm the only one that sees the irony.
I try and be funny, i try and break the tension--i take a two-piece made for a preteen to the lady working the dressing rooms, i say, "This come inna thong?" and i'm the asshole.
Fuck the pink socks, we're leaving.
I actually kinda wrote a story similar to that when i worked at Bergners (sp?).
But whatever.
I bought some incense, but i'm almost outta weed.
I bought the new Gorillaz and White Stripes, both will take some listening to before i say whether or not i actually LIKE them.
At first listen--Not much.
But the first one always burns, right?
I left my fucking Zippo at Sammy's. I'll pick it up tomorrow. Cos i'm a fucking loser.
i'm gonna go get really high, crash, and tomorrow i wont even remember today.
Sounds like a plan.
May 9th 1998
At night, we played Poker with Scott the guard, Alias and Steve the Researcher. Steve was really lucky, but I think he was cheating. What a scumbag!
May 10th 1998
Today, a high ranking researcher asked me to take care of a new monster. It looks like a gorilla without any skin. They told me to feed them live food. When I threw in a pig, they were playing with it... tearing off the pig's legs and pulling out the guts before they actually ate it.
May 11th 1998
Around 5 o'clock this morning, Scott came in and woke me up suddenly. He was wearing a protection suit that looks like a space suit. He told me to put one on as well. I heard there was an accident in the basement lab. It's no wonder, those researchers never rest, even at night.
May 12th 1998
I've been wearing this annoying space suit since yesterday. My skin grows musty and feels very itchy. By way or revenge, I didn't feed those dogs today. Now I feel better.
May 13th 1998
I went to the medical room because my back is all swollen and feels itchy. They put a big bandage on my back and the doctor told me I did not need to wear the space suit any more. I guess I can sleep well tonight.
May 14th 1998
When I woke up this morning, I found another blister on my foot. It was annoying and I ended up dragging my foot as I went to the dogs pen. They have been quiet since morning, which is unusual. I found that some of them escaped. I'll be in real trouble if some of the higher-ups find out.
May 15th 1998
Even though I didn't feel well, I decided to go see Nancy. It's my first day off in a long time but I was stopped by the guard on the way out. They say the company has ordered that no one leave the grounds. I can't even make a phone call. What kind of joke is this?!
May 16th 1998
I heard a researcher who tried to escape from this mansion was shot last night. My entire body feels burning and itchy at night. When I was scratching the swelling on my arms, a lump of rotten flesh dropped off. What the hell is happening to me?
May 19th 1998
Fever gone but itchy. Hungry and eat doggy food. Itchy. Tasty.
Or whenever i think of something stupid i did. I've done--whatever.
I finished the Nil8 thing--Sammy chucked at it.
I bought a hat.
I was gonna get Pink Socks today, but they dont HAVE pink socks for men. atleast not at Wal-Mart--which we stopped by after hitting Game Stop.
I hate Wal-Mart. I fucking hate it. I hate the people that work there, i hate the shit they carry, i hate the people that shop there, and i hate the very CONCEPT of Wal-Mart.
But at 330am onna Thursday Nite, it's the only thing open.
But we didnt go at 330am onna Thursday nite. We went at 7pm onna Saturday.
Looking for pink socks.
Which they dont have, btw, in the men's section.
But Cantalopes--five for a dollar.
So we go to the Girls' section. With the prosta-tots and chain-smoking housewives.
And i get looked at for being a pederast. Because the only fucking place in the store where there's pink ankle socks is in the kiddie section--the girl kiddie section.
and i'm wearing a shirt that sez "Girl Scouts Gone Wild."
and i'm the only one that sees the irony.
I try and be funny, i try and break the tension--i take a two-piece made for a preteen to the lady working the dressing rooms, i say, "This come inna thong?" and i'm the asshole.
Fuck the pink socks, we're leaving.
I actually kinda wrote a story similar to that when i worked at Bergners (sp?).
But whatever.
I bought some incense, but i'm almost outta weed.
I bought the new Gorillaz and White Stripes, both will take some listening to before i say whether or not i actually LIKE them.
At first listen--Not much.
But the first one always burns, right?
I left my fucking Zippo at Sammy's. I'll pick it up tomorrow. Cos i'm a fucking loser.
i'm gonna go get really high, crash, and tomorrow i wont even remember today.
Sounds like a plan.
May 9th 1998
At night, we played Poker with Scott the guard, Alias and Steve the Researcher. Steve was really lucky, but I think he was cheating. What a scumbag!
May 10th 1998
Today, a high ranking researcher asked me to take care of a new monster. It looks like a gorilla without any skin. They told me to feed them live food. When I threw in a pig, they were playing with it... tearing off the pig's legs and pulling out the guts before they actually ate it.
May 11th 1998
Around 5 o'clock this morning, Scott came in and woke me up suddenly. He was wearing a protection suit that looks like a space suit. He told me to put one on as well. I heard there was an accident in the basement lab. It's no wonder, those researchers never rest, even at night.
May 12th 1998
I've been wearing this annoying space suit since yesterday. My skin grows musty and feels very itchy. By way or revenge, I didn't feed those dogs today. Now I feel better.
May 13th 1998
I went to the medical room because my back is all swollen and feels itchy. They put a big bandage on my back and the doctor told me I did not need to wear the space suit any more. I guess I can sleep well tonight.
May 14th 1998
When I woke up this morning, I found another blister on my foot. It was annoying and I ended up dragging my foot as I went to the dogs pen. They have been quiet since morning, which is unusual. I found that some of them escaped. I'll be in real trouble if some of the higher-ups find out.
May 15th 1998
Even though I didn't feel well, I decided to go see Nancy. It's my first day off in a long time but I was stopped by the guard on the way out. They say the company has ordered that no one leave the grounds. I can't even make a phone call. What kind of joke is this?!
May 16th 1998
I heard a researcher who tried to escape from this mansion was shot last night. My entire body feels burning and itchy at night. When I was scratching the swelling on my arms, a lump of rotten flesh dropped off. What the hell is happening to me?
May 19th 1998
Fever gone but itchy. Hungry and eat doggy food. Itchy. Tasty.
joking about kiddie smut to the people at wal-mart is like joking about cancer to the st jude people....not so funny given the context. but still ironic