tatian

i want to...

i want to be someone else or ill explode...

...you want me?

fuckin come and find me...

ill be waiting.

with a gun and a pack of sandwiches...

and nothing.....

nothing....

nothing.

Nothing.

you want me?

well come on and break the door down.

you want me?

fucking come on and break the door down.

I'm ready...

I'm ready.

I'm ready.....

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I'm ready.







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u wanna spread shit? FUCKING HAVE AT IT. in the end, i know im the better person. and it kills you.

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work blows. yesterday Chris M said he wanted me to come in and do signs for a whole shit ton of tables that are gonna be set up in each department.

i come in today, they are mostly done - they look like CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAP. and I'm pissed.

that means one of two things: a) I'll have to RE-DO them and we'll be wasting (yet again) a ton of paper and work hours, or b) i just lost hours making the signs.

either way, i'm irritated.

the tattoo jobs in cali are looking more and more appealing as the days pass...






if they want me... if YOU want me - fucking come and find me