|Current mood:|| annoyed|
- I'm sick of loosing and gaining hours of sleep. Fuck time changes... And fuck you Wells Fargo. I'm so mad.... I put my check in Friday and here it is MONDAY and i still cant touch it. Fuckers. I went into the bank and yelled at the teller.... It felt so goddamn good... all that pinned up frustration.... i was like a gun... smooth cold steel skin... cocked, loaded, and I was ready to blow... I like having forensic science shows on at night. Im off the next 2 days.... hmm.... i work 20 hours next week... not tooo bad... but still... yay its money... wee... im getting my tattooo tomorrow... im effin detirmined to get it... or im gonna fuckin wig out.... Why do fat guys like me... i dont get it... fat guys suck... unless your a size 5 in girls pants, im not interested... speaking of size 5 beautiful men...
You are "Waste of Paint". You can be a
very over analyzing person and you are sort of
lost. You aren't really sure where you're going
with your life but for now you hold some hope
that you will indeed get to where you are
going. Oh yeah, and that thing called
"love", you feel it's just a game of
chance. A game you are not good at.
Which BRIGHT EYES song are you?
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now thats fucking beautiful...