6 Mother Fuckin AM
Monday, March 30th, 2009I can’t sleep.
I find myself really mad right now for no particular reason.
Devin and I did another one of our ping-ponging across Texas. This time it consisted of Beaumont, Austin, Houston, Del Rio, and that south tip near Big Bend. I dropped him off back in Beaumont several days ago. Ugh. I hate having to adjust without him. Someday we’ll have our own apartment. It’s will happen, but getting a job during this impossible time isn’t helping the situation.
I have over a hundred photos but I’m too damn lazy to post them. But here’s a couple of us in our lovely 5 star suite:
I also seriously need to get off my fat lard tubby nasty ass and start running. It’ll help with the stress and I can’t really fit in my pants anymore, it takes a good 5 whole minutes of me fighting with them to get them on. And my damn face looks like a damn muffin and I can’t even see my damn cheekbones because there’s about an inch of fucking fat all over my face. God dammit. Why can’t I have a fast metabolism or make myself puke. Dammit.
I’m just on a roll, eh?
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Dammit fucking cocksucking rainbow colored cum bubble on a dead man’s ass horseshit.
And the city of Irving sent me a fucking letter for that fucking P.I. and speeding ticket warning me about possible warrants. Fuck you. A couple nights in jail almost seems peaceful right now. IT’S NOT LIKE I’M BUSY WORKING, NOBODY WILL FUCKING HIRE MY FATASS. I love sleeping, and jail is damn well a good place to do that.
They just need asstons of money because some dumbass decided to build the whole friggin city on a landfill, so now all the little yup shopping centers are sinking and the roads are fucked. ‘Tard.
(I’ll pay it off; somehow. Sheesh.)