goatsgotohell

I'm not what your friends think...
I'm not Mr. Friendly...
I can be a prick...
If you tip me my tank is on empty...
No patience is in me...
And if you offend me...
I'm lifting you ten feet in the air...
I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you...
Go call you a lawyer...
File you a lawsuit...
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe...
I'm tired of all you...
I don't mean to be mean, but that's all I can be...
It's just me...
I am whatever you say I am...
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?


~UPDATE~

So yeah, I guess I'm babysitting my nephew the whole weekend, which is fine. We have company this weekend here to see my mom, so I don't mind watching Branden.

Not like I have plans anyways ever, I don't live near anybody I want to hang with anymore. I also haven't really talked to too many of you online lately, damn your social lives. My other real life friends are all going to the playoff football game for our town's team. They can't come into town to hang out, but they will come for a stupid football game which we will lose like usual. I personally don't have any "School Pride" anymore, not that I ever had much, but 90% of the kids in that place are just going to end up as my future tax money spent to house them in jail cells. The few "good" apples of the bunch, well, it's hard not to look smart and behaved next to most of these kids.

I guess I could have made this a new journal, but fuck it, like I ever get anybody really reading this shit anyways, I think I just bother with it for my own theraputical purposes...that...and I like to bitch.

Later.. I'm out.