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shoot me, please
Aug. 6th, 2005 09:30 am...I hate my life. I hate quite a bit about it.
I would like to suddenly win the lottery, have a gazillion dollars fall out of the sky for me, and not have to wonder if the fucking family is cursed. Is this house cursed? Is that it? No, no... family much more likely.
I'm so sick of thinking maybe I'll get a chance to either buy something really spiffy or save up money just in case... and then life kicks the just in case bit in my face.
My watch died yesterday.
How fucking sad is it that I can't afford to replace a $4 watch? Well, see, I could, only the truck is either dead or dying.
I'm going now.
... and, yes. Since it's over, the girls demand that I show off one of the numerous losing entries in the parade o' pink's comp:
or if you want the big fun...
Ah well. I know it was spiffy, and that's what matters.
Actually, what matters is my transportation to places that sell food and give me my paycheck is dying. Sonofabitch.
I would like to suddenly win the lottery, have a gazillion dollars fall out of the sky for me, and not have to wonder if the fucking family is cursed. Is this house cursed? Is that it? No, no... family much more likely.
I'm so sick of thinking maybe I'll get a chance to either buy something really spiffy or save up money just in case... and then life kicks the just in case bit in my face.
My watch died yesterday.
How fucking sad is it that I can't afford to replace a $4 watch? Well, see, I could, only the truck is either dead or dying.
I'm going now.
... and, yes. Since it's over, the girls demand that I show off one of the numerous losing entries in the parade o' pink's comp:
or if you want the big fun...
Ah well. I know it was spiffy, and that's what matters.
Actually, what matters is my transportation to places that sell food and give me my paycheck is dying. Sonofabitch.
