I was ditched by three people-Janie, Greg, and G. And, I asked Mike to call me, since the last time I saw him was Wenesday, and the last time I called he was practicing bass with the boys (so I just told him I'd call tonight, but I asked him to call me before he went to bed instead. I knew he would be out late, doing stuff, and I didn't want to interupt). He never called me. He texted, asking if I was up, and saying he was going to crash. Ugh. What the fuck ever.
People always talk about how they never see me. I'M RIGHT FUCKING HERE. Ugh. Its not like I'm a bump on a log, I like to do things, but no one ever wants to leave this fucking bubble! Honestly the only thing to "do" in this town is watch TV, play video games, or smoke pot. No fucking thank you. Every once in a while, yeah, I like to rent a good movie, I'll play Tekken for a few hours if you're going to come to the bar with me and shake it later, and I've smoked my fair share...I can slow down on that now.
I'm getting all fucking vamped up tonight, and I'm going to shake my ass like I used to. I hope Clint and Trev come out. I made my Paul promise to come out
Cazz won't. Fucking old bastard. If they aren't there, I swear I'm going to get my vegan cleaver out and unveganize it. Chop fucking fingers and tounges off!
Ugh, I'm so pissed right now! Fucking people, get my hopes up then don't come through!
"You know I'd have nightmares
And a guilty conscience, too,
If I kept you from anything
That you really wanted to do.
But if you got to go,
It's all right.
But if you got to go, go now,
Or else you gotta stay all night."
That's how I feel. Don't tell me we are going to hang out then fucking not answer your phone JANIE!!!!! And Greg, way to tell me, "Hey, I'll be home this weekend, come over" then leave at eight on Friday douche bag. G, thanks for saying you'd meet us after work, then telling me you're too tired. I know you were hanging out with Amie! Ugh!
I HATE YOU ALL! Your lose though, I was looking so fucking cute tonight.
Yeah, you missed it! FUCK YOU!
People always talk about how they never see me. I'M RIGHT FUCKING HERE. Ugh. Its not like I'm a bump on a log, I like to do things, but no one ever wants to leave this fucking bubble! Honestly the only thing to "do" in this town is watch TV, play video games, or smoke pot. No fucking thank you. Every once in a while, yeah, I like to rent a good movie, I'll play Tekken for a few hours if you're going to come to the bar with me and shake it later, and I've smoked my fair share...I can slow down on that now.
I'm getting all fucking vamped up tonight, and I'm going to shake my ass like I used to. I hope Clint and Trev come out. I made my Paul promise to come out
Cazz won't. Fucking old bastard. If they aren't there, I swear I'm going to get my vegan cleaver out and unveganize it. Chop fucking fingers and tounges off!
Ugh, I'm so pissed right now! Fucking people, get my hopes up then don't come through!
"You know I'd have nightmares
And a guilty conscience, too,
If I kept you from anything
That you really wanted to do.
But if you got to go,
It's all right.
But if you got to go, go now,
Or else you gotta stay all night."
That's how I feel. Don't tell me we are going to hang out then fucking not answer your phone JANIE!!!!! And Greg, way to tell me, "Hey, I'll be home this weekend, come over" then leave at eight on Friday douche bag. G, thanks for saying you'd meet us after work, then telling me you're too tired. I know you were hanging out with Amie! Ugh!
I HATE YOU ALL! Your lose though, I was looking so fucking cute tonight.
Yeah, you missed it! FUCK YOU!
syh:
A little Shel Silverstein always perks me up--even more so when he's reading his own poems.