daem

My dog is gonna hate me soon. I have to clip his little bulldog toe nails (paw nails?) Right now the little fat bastard is sleeping on my bed. He fuckin hogs the thing. Sleeps right in the middle on his fuckin back. I try to push him to the side but he has none of that. Fuck you dad he says. I cant rightly force him and be rough cuz then he gets thta sad look. This is definatly ruining my tough guy image. Do i actually have one of those? Oh well.

My slave driver boss is off for an enitre fucking week. I am so motherfuckin happy. She is fair, but she sees EVERYFUCKINTHING that is wrong.

Thinkin about lookin for a job that will let me grow my mohawk back. Or even long hair. I hate short hair. Except on the ladies. They can have chelseas and be sexy. Nothin like a chick with a furry head. I need sex methinks.

Ok i work with david. he's my dad's cousin. No not my cousin, hes my dad's cousin. (my grandmother is his great aunt so i dont have to claim him), Well he works slow. I mean he takes a break for evertystep he takes. Actually he just talks to EVERYONE. So when he gets hired i let my disapproval be known, word comes back taht he doesnt like me either. Good. Now i dont feel guilty about dislkking him. Anyways one of the girls i work with says he told her that hes worried about my drinking. I wanna know where teh fuck he picked up worrying about anything i fuckin do and why the fuck is he worried? I drink at most, twice a week. I dont drink on worknights. Hangovers would suck at a hotel. Those people are loud. I wanted to punch him when i heard that.

I'm goin to bed now. to all the ladies and um...i dunno to all the guys?