Play it cool, daddy-o.
I hate being bothered and pestered.
Now I’m going to ignore you/lie about what I’m doing.
Hopefully you get the hint.
Fuck 2k11 already.
we’d both be here for days. Literally.
I don’t mean to be a fuckin’ downer (but let me do it anyway) but damn! People are so, I don’t know, lost? Most people I know are totally lost.
So many people don’t have a clue, don’t even care that they don’t, and don’t have any desire to get one.
I’m irritated. I have some sand in my vagina.
I decide I don’t want to date for awhile and now all these bros are trying to get a slice of this pumpkin pie.
I hate everything about today. I hate this month and I hate last month and things are hard and I hate it.
I have knots the size of Montana in my back and I’ve had the worst, most vivid dreams and I’m stressed and I hate everything.
Tomorrow is going to be busy at work and I hate it.