trauma

Long hours, I puke , thanklessness, I puke again

I must be bored. A strip joint nearby my house shut down, and my friend texts me "Are you going to go say goodbye?" Why? Idiot. I go look at strippers then walk out feeling more like shit than I did when I walk in? No thanks, I have enough emotional damage. I don't need any more. Maybe a nice dinner sounds good. French Dip Sandwich...yum


Here's Bleach.

I had a hard day. I'm taking Scargatta's advice and going to bed. Buenas noches!