beeg

I'm ridiculously frustrated right now, in just about every way possible.

I love my boything, I really do. WIth every bit of me. But he's been asleep since noon. Promised me he'd get up at 330 and is STILL asleep after 8pm. This little state bird needs to get laid today. And this rum isn't helping that feeling at all.

"Tequila makes you say 'I love you,' Whiskey makes you say 'Fuck you' and Rum makes you say 'Fuck me.'"

Word.

Work blows. I've never wanted out of my job so bad in my life. I've still got like 4 years. I'm already ready to be done. Anyone wanna help me open a bar? Think Coyote Ugly, with rawk music, live bands and bartenders/waitresses in goth like school-girl uniforms. Interested? One of a few life goals.

I wanted to go to Slamm Draggon today. Not only am I hoping like hell to see Becky again, I'm dying to get my chest piece finished. That fucking boything of mine needs to wake up. I'm one more drink of this caliber away from being drunk. Whoadie.

I even got all dolled up today(ish) since I figured we'd have all day together...


Damn boys and their bad timing


I'm off to scream one more time, then I'm getting blitzed. You kiddies have fun.