Devil Collected... With a Grin [16 May 2004|06:00am]
Fuckedy fuck ass fuck. So I thought Patsy was just stiff from sitting around being depressed. No it was a fucking kidney failure. And I didn't believe her, nor did I get up when she was calling for me this moring. I as "too tire" from getting "krunked". Then her sister came over to take her to the hospital, and I cursed at patsy for wanting me to come down stairs and help with something. I shuld have taken her to the emergency room when I got home from abby's. But I didn't. I yelled at her and told her she was fucking disgusting for sitting around and making herself sick. I thought it was stress... It was a kidney failure. Then I didn't answer my celly all day because I didn't recognize the numbers. I thought they had the wrong number, they just wanted to tell me about the kidney failure. She could have died had she not got to the hospital in time. I thought it was for attention, because she was depressed, but it was just her kidneys failing to work. This makes me the best person ever. I rule. I swear if anything happens to her, I will loose it completely. Because I am already to close to it and that would be more than enough to push me over the edge. In other news.... Oingo Boingo was banned from slut hell. The Manager said it was too wierd. There such fucking lame ass robots.
And I saw one of the feature dancers shows before I ran home crying about how I mistreated patsy. The show was okay I guess. The girls licked each other under garments well. They did a good job at pretending to be lesbians. I was ganna pat them on the back and give them thumbs up but I didn't see them before all hell broke loose. And oh yeah since I left early I made less that one hundred bucks. If I would have stayed I would have AT LEAST made 200. I wasn't into it tonight anyhow. I could hardly talk to people. The social anxieties are setting back in full force. I am the most worthless person in the universe. Fucking ROCK!
I get knocked down and SMASHED into a billion pieces...
Fuckedy fuck ass fuck. So I thought Patsy was just stiff from sitting around being depressed. No it was a fucking kidney failure. And I didn't believe her, nor did I get up when she was calling for me this moring. I as "too tire" from getting "krunked". Then her sister came over to take her to the hospital, and I cursed at patsy for wanting me to come down stairs and help with something. I shuld have taken her to the emergency room when I got home from abby's. But I didn't. I yelled at her and told her she was fucking disgusting for sitting around and making herself sick. I thought it was stress... It was a kidney failure. Then I didn't answer my celly all day because I didn't recognize the numbers. I thought they had the wrong number, they just wanted to tell me about the kidney failure. She could have died had she not got to the hospital in time. I thought it was for attention, because she was depressed, but it was just her kidneys failing to work. This makes me the best person ever. I rule. I swear if anything happens to her, I will loose it completely. Because I am already to close to it and that would be more than enough to push me over the edge. In other news.... Oingo Boingo was banned from slut hell. The Manager said it was too wierd. There such fucking lame ass robots.
And I saw one of the feature dancers shows before I ran home crying about how I mistreated patsy. The show was okay I guess. The girls licked each other under garments well. They did a good job at pretending to be lesbians. I was ganna pat them on the back and give them thumbs up but I didn't see them before all hell broke loose. And oh yeah since I left early I made less that one hundred bucks. If I would have stayed I would have AT LEAST made 200. I wasn't into it tonight anyhow. I could hardly talk to people. The social anxieties are setting back in full force. I am the most worthless person in the universe. Fucking ROCK!
I get knocked down and SMASHED into a billion pieces...