scarecrow

Just a helpful word or warning. I'm in a shitty mood. Gonna vent... So be warned...

Fuck it all. And fuck you buddy. No, not YOU, of course... Bah. Fuck the war. And fuck the idea that fuck has to be a bad thing. It's mean to say fuck you but y'know, I'd love to get fucked any day now. But of course that's not gonna happen anytime soon.. People have to have their own fucking way. Yeah, I'll talk to you when it suits ME... Sure I'll call you back. Unless I don't feel like it. Well, I was GONNA write you, but I got annoyed by your fears and insecurities and decided against it. No, of course you aren't being unreasonable, but my busy schedule and perception takes precedence. Besides, you shouldn't be feeling anything. Apparantly *I* don't.

Sure, I'm your pal, but only when it suits me. Yeah, I'll call and letcha know I'll be at the bar when you get off work, but when you get there I'll beg off within a half hour or so, cause I've been here too long and all.

God, people suck. I need more beer. I need to drink all the beer I have and self-pity myself to sleep.

I feel like Pretty Hate Machine mixed with the first Violent Femmes album with a big splash of Disintegration to boot.

bah.


(Edited because even when in an angry/depressed mood, clarity counts.)