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Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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13:19PM - Fuelin up on cocaine and whiskey... wish I had a good girl to miss me
You know, I can't find anything that gives he happiness anymore. Except when I have a drink in my hand. *SIGH* I can think of two people that would make me happy but the second person is even less likely than the first person, and you all know who the first person is, right? My job blows. Everyone "knows" it was me the did that thing the other day but they can't prove it. When someone asks, I just say I don't know what you are talking about. Not like it matters. Even one of the supervisors that hates me thought it was funny. My life just depresses me so much. What did I do to deserve all this? I'm good to everybody and I'm not really an asshole. Fuck it.
I went out and to The Exchange on McKnight Road the other day, (Yinz Pittsburghers might know the place) and I traded in stuff and got Madden 2004 for PSX (and immediately created a new team for Franchise play, the Los Angeles Assassins.) and they had a bargain bin set up and CD's where 10 for a dollar. Among the CD's I got were: The Murderdolls, 2 Weird Al, Nelson, Lo-Fidelity All Stars, Bottlefly and the Bosstones.
Bye.
current mood:  depressed (4 satisfied customers | fuck the hell out of me)
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13:17PM - haircut
One of my co-workers, Lori, says I should shave my head. Should I?
Should I shave my head?
Can I get a hell yeah?!
3(23.1%)
(fuck the hell out of me)
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