charitee

you can come play with nme :>

i prefer the uncertainty of the alcohol to get me thru these tragic and insane Mondays that gnaw with no mercy at my heels, thus causing me to spend the day dragging myself around on my knees being spit on by everyone who passes my pitiful self, and nobody does so much as offer me a candy bar, altho i would only take it and throw it into the wall and watch the inevitable splatter with such fascination that the janitors would have their way with me involving the mop, a bucket of soapy water, and the various pieces of chewing gum they had pulled out from the trashcans and underneath the stalls in the men's room where they are taking my used body to be furthur humiliated by leaving me nude beneath the auto-hand drier so that i may hopefully catch on fire and then suddenly regain my strength in my gimp-feet to run screaming from the toilet area and looking for the sadistic bastards who had left me there to die a rotten and fiery death that i wouldn't even wish on my worst enemy who now is pointing me in the direction of someone who cares and i run and embrace them as if they are the only set of ears in the world capable of handling such misery that spews from between my lips like a solid wall of vomit in the frathouse urinial and soon my savior grows weary of listening to me babble and sends me away to wander thru my mind for the remaining hours of what is to be the worst Monday in recent memory.

yah, poo on mondays.