finally.
a long awaited off day.
i wonder if hubbs is free tmr.
its a saturday..
hmmm.
anyways.
counting down the days till my
last day of work.
honestly.
by then, if i'm lucky,
i'd still have half the number
of friends i started out with.
ha!
not funny.
its kinda scary
looking at the amount of
devastation work can do to
your social life.
the next job i'm getting,
i swear it
will be as flexible
as blue tack.
but currently,
i can just bum
around.
after all,
everything's just screwed.
i might as well wallow in it
until i've had enough.
what a lousy attitude to take.
too bad.
i'm in a mood.
i'm so tired.
ughh.
really.
working just kills me.
its taking away my youth.
i'm looking older.
my hands are like
scarred and ugly.
and my nails are.........
you get it.
now i think my face is breaking out.
not to mention
the rash on my legs due to
my coincidental
allergy to denim.
like what the fuck?
who the hell works at levis and
is allergic to denim?
plus, after my nasty flu thing.
i'm back to using the fucking
inhaler.
ya.
its absolutely sad.
like the whole loser feeling?
dependent on the
weird blue thing to breathe.
hahaha.
its quite funny actually,
cause i have to keep
sneaking into the storeroom to use it.
gonna work with angie soon.
hopefully.
ohh. its like 3.
i'm really sleepy you know.
and like no one is online.
i need songs.
does anyone wanna watch 300 with me?
the war flick?
anyone?
anyways.
i'm going for mass tmr.
its been ages.
i think i've forgotten how to pray.
honestly.
i've got a sure ticket to hell.
totally bypassing purgutory.
(is that how you spell it?)
okayy.
i'm going to sleep,
taking my knock out pills.
not that i really need them.
i'm so tired as it is.
but as they say.
the more the merrier.
hahaha.
gd night people.
This one last bullet you mention is ,my one last shot at redemption .I’m begging You to be my escape.get it?dont think so.well, you'll see.