don't fucking jimmy me, jules.
here's what i think of your contract
*picks paper up in ripping style hand positioning*
I think it's awful and I don't much care for it at all my good sir.
oh, peter griffin.
today i bought my warped tour ticket, as i will still be here on the 13th of july. it's saddening to hear myself say that, but the day of blistering heat and good bands is definatly worth it.
You know what makes absolutly no sense? People whose msn names, or name for anything for that matter, are spelt with oNe SmAlL lEtTeR aNd OnE bIg OnE. It's really annoying, but I've noticed any time i mention something to someone about things that bother me, it seems to offend them. I think i'm not going to bother with the commenting about it anymore, but it does make me question why they are on my lists in the first place. At the same time it doesn't really, as I've sectioned off the people that I do talk to and the people who I don't talk to, or seldom talk to. There's the ever so elite group of 42 people on my Purple Monkey Dishwasher group (familiar due to its simpsons reference of bart passing along the word of skinner sais the teachers are going to break any minute purple monkey dishwasher...oh i'll show them, especially for that purple monkey dishwasher remark" then there's the ones who rarely make guest appearances of flashing on the bottom bar of my computer screen in the category labelled I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast. Once again, a line stolen from an ever so hilarious film, Happy Gilmore. YOU eat pieces of shit for breakfast! NO! anyways. enough about that. there would be 42 people on that list too, and i don't know why but the other day there was 40 40 some how it jumped up but the numbers still coincide. it doesn't really matter. i wish i didn't use msn at all, but what else is there really to do when you can have it on just because there is a computer in your room. that's my arguement. i really do know there are a lot more beneficial things i could do with my time, watching tv is NOT one of them.
Not looking forward to working 1030 to 630 tomorrow, as i would kill for another job, paid to kill.. hmm. not quite. i don't think i've got the conscience to do that. oh boy, atleast i get paid tomorrow. I don't know how much longer i'm going to be able to take it at 'pita shit' even though i need the money. i was once in this position before, not much liking it again. oh well, i'm only eighteen, fuck it. i'm going to go watch jackie brown.
*picks paper up in ripping style hand positioning*
I think it's awful and I don't much care for it at all my good sir.
oh, peter griffin.
today i bought my warped tour ticket, as i will still be here on the 13th of july. it's saddening to hear myself say that, but the day of blistering heat and good bands is definatly worth it.
You know what makes absolutly no sense? People whose msn names, or name for anything for that matter, are spelt with oNe SmAlL lEtTeR aNd OnE bIg OnE. It's really annoying, but I've noticed any time i mention something to someone about things that bother me, it seems to offend them. I think i'm not going to bother with the commenting about it anymore, but it does make me question why they are on my lists in the first place. At the same time it doesn't really, as I've sectioned off the people that I do talk to and the people who I don't talk to, or seldom talk to. There's the ever so elite group of 42 people on my Purple Monkey Dishwasher group (familiar due to its simpsons reference of bart passing along the word of skinner sais the teachers are going to break any minute purple monkey dishwasher...oh i'll show them, especially for that purple monkey dishwasher remark" then there's the ones who rarely make guest appearances of flashing on the bottom bar of my computer screen in the category labelled I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast. Once again, a line stolen from an ever so hilarious film, Happy Gilmore. YOU eat pieces of shit for breakfast! NO! anyways. enough about that. there would be 42 people on that list too, and i don't know why but the other day there was 40 40 some how it jumped up but the numbers still coincide. it doesn't really matter. i wish i didn't use msn at all, but what else is there really to do when you can have it on just because there is a computer in your room. that's my arguement. i really do know there are a lot more beneficial things i could do with my time, watching tv is NOT one of them.
Not looking forward to working 1030 to 630 tomorrow, as i would kill for another job, paid to kill.. hmm. not quite. i don't think i've got the conscience to do that. oh boy, atleast i get paid tomorrow. I don't know how much longer i'm going to be able to take it at 'pita shit' even though i need the money. i was once in this position before, not much liking it again. oh well, i'm only eighteen, fuck it. i'm going to go watch jackie brown.
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