The worst for me is that i keep having dreams that i can't fall asleep and i am exhausted laying in bed. What a fuckin ripoff. I can't even wake up feeling refreshed when that bullshit happens.
let me type this again since my fucking cat decided to turn my computer off. i don't think that will work. my friend just lost her husband last night (she's younger than me he was 25) she just lost her cousin, who was like a little brother to her last year about this time (nov), they had only been married for 6months? been together since I was like a Junior in High School. He (the husband) just lost his brother 2 years ago. This making it the 3rd person I know, in 2ish months to die. The other two were family members.
Fuck I hate writing papers. Fuck writing papers. Fuck classes and the bullshit that is involved in taking them.
debating not studying for the finals just to see how well I can remember everything from the entire semester
i'm a college graduate fools... hardly went to class and barely studied... probably going back to school though.
The more I talk to people today the worse my mood gets. Patiently waiting for someone to say the wrong thing so I can flip shit and start screaming.
wow you're annoying. anyways, I'm email/arguing with my Geology prof. because I didn't see my extra credit from a field trip I took a couple weekends ago. She said she has no record of me going, I emailed her back saying I signed the sign in sheet and I even have photos of me while on the trip, she said she will check tomorrow. ALSO then she started arguing the extra credit isnt going to be worth it because it will be added on to my lowest grade?? Even though the lowest grade is going to be dropped. So I told her that it should be added onto the next lowest grade that ISNT going to be dropped... waiting for reply back
Brock Samson = Sarah Chick in car = Geology prof. Car = the process of having Sarah's grades end up as low as possible
can't wait until monday!! i get to join the gym. hopefully by this time next year i'll be able to run a 5-10k and/or going half with my friend in a triathlon.
Begin rambling rant: Look, I'm not a hateful person or anything–I believe we should all live and let live. But lately, I've been having a real problem with these homosexuals. You see, just about wherever I go these days, one of them approaches me and starts sucking my cock. Take last Sunday, for instance, when I casually struck up a conversation with this guy in the health-club locker room. Nothing fruity, just a couple of fellas talking about their workout routines while enjoying a nice hot shower. The guy looked like a real man's man, too–big biceps, meaty thighs, thick neck. He didn't seem the least bit gay. At least not until he started sucking my cock, that is. Where does this queer get the nerve to suck my cock? Did I look gay to him? Was I wearing a pink feather boa without realizing it? I don't recall the phrase, "Suck my cock" entering the conversation, and I don't have a sign around my neck that reads, "Please, You Homosexuals, Suck My Cock." I've got nothing against homosexuals. Let them be free to do their gay thing in peace, I say. But when they start sucking my cock, then I've got a real problem. Then there was the time I was hiking through the woods and came across a rugged-looking, blond-haired man in his early 30s. He seemed straight enough to me while we were bathing in that mountain stream, but, before you know it, he's sucking my cock! What is it with these homos? Can't they control their sexual urges? Aren't there enough gay cocks out there for them to suck on without them having to target normal people like me? Believe me, I have no interest in getting my cock sucked by some queer. But try telling that to the guy at the beach club. Or the one at the video store. Or the one who catered my wedding. Or any of the countless other homos who've come on to me recently. All of them sucked my cock, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I tell you, when a homosexual is sucking your cock, a lot of strange thoughts go through your head: How the hell did this happen? Where did this fairy ever get the idea that I was gay? And where did he get those fantastic boots? It screws with your head at other times, too. Every time a man passes me on the street, I'm afraid he's going to grab me and drag me off to some bathroom to suck my cock. I've even started to visualize these repulsive cock-sucking episodes during the healthy, heterosexual marital relations I enjoy with my wife–even some that haven't actually happened, like the sweaty, post-game locker-room tryst with Vancouver Canucks forward Mark Messier that I can't seem to stop thinking about. Things could be worse, I suppose. It could be women trying to suck my cock, which would be adultery and would make me feel tremendously guilty. As it is, I'm just angry and sickened. But believe me, that's enough. I don't know what makes these homosexuals mistake me for a guy who wants his cock sucked, and, frankly, I don't want to know. I just wish there were some way to get them to stop. I've tried all sorts of things to get them to stop, but it has all been to no avail. A few months back, I started wearing an intimidating-looking black leather thong with menacing metal studs in the hopes that it would frighten those faggots off, but it didn't work. In fact, it only seemed to encourage them. Then, I really started getting rough, slapping them around whenever they were sucking my cock, but that failed, too. Even pulling out of their mouths just before ejaculation and shooting sperm all over their face, neck, chest and hair seemed to have no effect. What do I have to do to get the message across to these swishes? I swear, if these homosexuals don't take a hint and quit sucking my cock all the time, I'm going to have to resort to drastic measures–like maybe pinning them down to the cement floor of the loading dock with my powerful forearms and working my cock all the way up their butt so they understand loud and clear just how much I disapprove of their unwelcome advances. I mean, you can't get much more direct than that.
I'm pretty fucking depressed and absolutely hopeless what the fuck else is new why do I get out of bed
change something. move somewhere, get a new job, do something crazy you've never done before... just change something.
Really, I'm a lazy, unmotivated, immoral, misanthropic, unsympathetic, unintelligent person at the very core. I shouldn't even bother trying to do anything at all. If only the world were not designed to force me to try.
