Today is shaping up to be a crap day. I walk past my desk this AM and there was a half-eaten fucking Ho-Ho on the paper tray thing off my brand new printer/scanner I got just this weekend 
A few ppl came over last night, they showed up uninvited and didn't even have a ride, someone dropped them off. Good one, you dumb fuckers.
So, to all the fuckers: Quit leaving messes. You gross, inconsiderate, inbred assholes! GRR I don't care if your mom cleans up after you, I don't! I can't wait until I get invited to your house, or parent's house. I will regurgitate in your favorite pillow. Oh yeah, the ho-hos are almost gone, and the new printer is out of ink. Items missing: battery 2 video camera, pair of sunglasses, trash bags (huh?), straps to my bondage pants, some CD's AND My special fucking lunchbox. I'm pissed about that one. My best good frien, Andy gave it to me. He made it the lunch box it is today, it's metal, it's silver, it's lil' bit smaller than a normal l.b, it's padded w/ foam on the inside so you don't go "clang clang" when you walk, and it had a sticker on it that said "I poke badgers with spoons" (Extra credit if you know what that's from), the handle was this metal clip/connector whichmado-it was cool whatever it was, and it had other stickers n stuff he had put on there. It's important to me. I'm really pretty mad now. Damn, what's wrong with you people? The lunchbox culprit is really going to get it. The whole 9, embarassing stains, mystery odors, an oozing STD, and more. I'm going to go throw some whirling stars to release some anger. My r.mate had to go 2 anger mngmt. today, I should've went w/ him.
A few ppl came over last night, they showed up uninvited and didn't even have a ride, someone dropped them off. Good one, you dumb fuckers.
So, to all the fuckers: Quit leaving messes. You gross, inconsiderate, inbred assholes! GRR
I don't care if your mom cleans up after you, I don't! I can't wait until I get invited to your house, or parent's house. I will regurgitate in your favorite pillow. Oh yeah, the ho-hos are almost gone, and the new printer is out of ink. Items missing: battery 2 video camera, pair of sunglasses, trash bags (huh?), straps to my bondage pants, some CD's AND My special fucking lunchbox. I'm pissed about that one. My best good frien, Andy gave it to me. He made it the lunch box it is today, it's metal, it's silver, it's lil' bit smaller than a normal l.b, it's padded w/ foam on the inside so you don't go "clang clang" when you walk, and it had a sticker on it that said "I poke badgers with spoons" (Extra credit if you know what that's from), the handle was this metal clip/connector whichmado-it was cool whatever it was, and it had other stickers n stuff he had put on there. It's important to me. I'm really pretty mad now. Damn, what's wrong with you people? The lunchbox culprit is really going to get it. The whole 9, embarassing stains, mystery odors, an oozing STD, and more. I'm going to go throw some whirling stars to release some anger. My r.mate had to go 2 anger mngmt. today, I should've went w/ him.