Someone call an ambulance, cause somethings not right......
Yeah anyone tired of hf hearing how tired I am. good. now take that and multiply it by schfifty five and your almost at about where I am. I gives no fuck. It takes me near to 20 minutes in the morning to compose myself and my body to move out of bed. And then i continue to hurt for the remainder of the day. And lately it seems i've been developing a quite strong relationship with dysfunction, it seems to blend in with everything.
lets see the week....
School was good times, found the campus bar and met up with some kids from class, it was this hip hop soldier and a couple of kids from somewhere in asia and pretty much all they did was just yell at shit, more like womens' asses. Ri-Dick-ulous. then seafood practical i destroyed, the only think the chef could find wrong with m food was something he told me to do. but i didnt say anything but yes chef. cause thats all i know how to say.
The party was pretty sick except for the fact that people who said they'd come didnt come or were kidnaped by a pregnant version of Gargamoyle. but it was still pretty good, played some skittle/starbust poker with kristoph and Gardimus. Sat on the couch and flat out blatenly lied to these people about who I was and where i was from, i forget what i told them my name was or what I did, but i did live in winnepeg with a member from Comeback kid, and one of them were actually like "yeah i think my uncle jeff is in that band" Pffffft! fuck off slut Im the lyer. Cinnimon was probably the first and last thing I needed, but it made me smile and comforts me when i think about it. Fcuk and another thing i miss is going on fucking walks, it seems i dont have any free time to myself anymore, and if i do my heads going 3980 miles an hour...i mean kilomiters an hour, so really that time doesent belong to me either. but the weather was crisp and the company was good.
Ramada: FUCKING DIE!
Apparently its hard to fucking communicate amoungst managment. I came back and everyone thought i went fucking awol because i missed my friday shift. I FUCKING BOOKED and was approved THAT SHIT OFF LIKE WEEKS AGO! god i hate that place. more than I hate human pork cows! but again my brother is ridiculous, he pretty much just started singing a song he wrote or freestlye last night and was junping around the dish pit. you had to be there i guess, he fucking cracks me up.
I'd like to go see the corpses bride soon...cough cough. and go away somewhere fucking far away from here if only for a fucking hour between jobs/jobs/jobs/work/school/people/backslash/
I have nothing funny to say, fuck off.
and now......work.
oh by the way watch yourselves cause i heard einsteins brain came back to life and went on a rampage.
-Seymour
EDIT: Im not really as bitter as it seems (well maybe) the mornings are just a lot rougher, but im not so pissed as the day goes on. BANANANANANANANANAS. G G G G G G G Unit! Im a G-unit soldier....are you?
Yeah anyone tired of hf hearing how tired I am. good. now take that and multiply it by schfifty five and your almost at about where I am. I gives no fuck. It takes me near to 20 minutes in the morning to compose myself and my body to move out of bed. And then i continue to hurt for the remainder of the day. And lately it seems i've been developing a quite strong relationship with dysfunction, it seems to blend in with everything.
lets see the week....
School was good times, found the campus bar and met up with some kids from class, it was this hip hop soldier and a couple of kids from somewhere in asia and pretty much all they did was just yell at shit, more like womens' asses. Ri-Dick-ulous. then seafood practical i destroyed, the only think the chef could find wrong with m food was something he told me to do. but i didnt say anything but yes chef. cause thats all i know how to say.
The party was pretty sick except for the fact that people who said they'd come didnt come or were kidnaped by a pregnant version of Gargamoyle. but it was still pretty good, played some skittle/starbust poker with kristoph and Gardimus. Sat on the couch and flat out blatenly lied to these people about who I was and where i was from, i forget what i told them my name was or what I did, but i did live in winnepeg with a member from Comeback kid, and one of them were actually like "yeah i think my uncle jeff is in that band" Pffffft! fuck off slut Im the lyer. Cinnimon was probably the first and last thing I needed, but it made me smile and comforts me when i think about it. Fcuk and another thing i miss is going on fucking walks, it seems i dont have any free time to myself anymore, and if i do my heads going 3980 miles an hour...i mean kilomiters an hour, so really that time doesent belong to me either. but the weather was crisp and the company was good.
Ramada: FUCKING DIE!
Apparently its hard to fucking communicate amoungst managment. I came back and everyone thought i went fucking awol because i missed my friday shift. I FUCKING BOOKED and was approved THAT SHIT OFF LIKE WEEKS AGO! god i hate that place. more than I hate human pork cows! but again my brother is ridiculous, he pretty much just started singing a song he wrote or freestlye last night and was junping around the dish pit. you had to be there i guess, he fucking cracks me up.
I'd like to go see the corpses bride soon...cough cough. and go away somewhere fucking far away from here if only for a fucking hour between jobs/jobs/jobs/work/school/people/backslash/
I have nothing funny to say, fuck off.
and now......work.
oh by the way watch yourselves cause i heard einsteins brain came back to life and went on a rampage.
-Seymour
EDIT: Im not really as bitter as it seems (well maybe) the mornings are just a lot rougher, but im not so pissed as the day goes on. BANANANANANANANANAS. G G G G G G G Unit! Im a G-unit soldier....are you?
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i'm all about traveling! OR you and some of your friends could take a trip to ol' Espana for spring break or some shit. and you could sleep on MY couch! perhaps that could be squeezed in between the jobs/jobs/jobs/work/school/people/backslash/ you have going on.