rokette

Yup, yup, yup. If I eat one more piece of rotten, vial, psueo-meat from McDonalds...I will have no choice but to kill someone. I'm serious this time...one more..

So, I may be funking up "The Guys" evening tommorw. I ran into one of the guys that work down at the Haunted House, and he said that if I didn't come back and work in the Morgue room with 'um..he was quitin. Apparently, everyone there except "The Guy" and some fat bitch, that wants to fuck "The Guy", hate me. (Yay! I am loved...shall I bust out the "I am Loved" Button?) Anyway...A Couple people miss me, and say I was an "interesting addition to the house". Heh. Heart your heart out "Guy". The only people that don't like me are your dumbass, imature, friends. Why should I give a fuck about their opinion of me? -- The people who wake up in the morning and have two handfuls of pills for breakfast, A joint for lunch, and some more pills for dinner. -- Once again...

Alas...the day is not filled with all hate....Ok I lied. It is. Tommrow will be better..promise. Maybe it won't rain.