Pissed like Popeye
Man, I'm so fucking bored. I want to go do something. But I don't want to go to aunt's b-day party. I'm so fucking bored. I don't feel like doing shit, but I'm restless, you know? And Jenielle's got me kinda down, not sure why. We're not even 'together' in the sense of the word. We lack such committments. But then again, she's the only gal I'm seeing right now. Life is good, I keep telling myself this, but it's like no matter what, I always get shitted on somehow. I'm always feeling like I'm getting the beating end of the stick of life. Whatever....not like it'll matter in the next 60 years anyway. I dunno...I'm rehashing past experiences faster than a junkie at NA meetings. It sucks. My love life is doing alright now, but I don't know about her end. See, it's that constant reassurance thing I told her about....oh well, let it slide man. Just fucking let it SLIDE. Who cares? Do you? Fuck no you don't, and you know it man. Whatever....when life gives you lemons....
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