School is killing me a little bit inside. Don't get me wrong, it's easy as shit, but it's just like an ethereal vacuum. My soul is being sucked out slowly, with me soon being left for dead in a swirl of ugly broads, shitty art and literature magazines and a lack of a desire to live.
I hate walking through the halls with my head down because I don't want to be there, see anyone or really leave my house at all that particular day. I just want to sleep, play NFL Blitz and smoke. And go to Pizza Hut.
But no. I can't. I quit my job like an asshole, and now have to fully commit to something else I hate to take place of the void it left me in.
I can't wait to get a nice degree to hang on my wall. that's gonna make me such a success I may just rent my own apartment!
Why is Jawbreaker so depressing? Why is Blake Swarzenbach such a dick? Perhaps we'll never know. But what I do know is, you can't argue with Chesterfield kings.
It's snowed like 3 inches now. What the fuck is that? I can't go smoke without freezing. There is no god.
Oh shit! it's the first day of December. That means a few things to me:
A.) I have to pay my credit card bill within two days.
B.) I have to use said credit card to buy shit for a bunch of dicks.
C.) It's cold and defeating.
D.) Brian Setzer Orchestra Christmas!
E.) I'm almost done with school.
F.) I can start drinking coffee again, preferably having it extremely strong and disgusting.
G.) I can sleep for 12 hours again.
Fuckin' right.
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