So i'm still angry.. I want to kill Everyone. That's not New. I have very specific people i want to violently dismember, and drink the fountaining blood.... That's kind of new, for being a bad thing... If i ask you to move to Texas with me, DON;T.... This is your only warning. "They NEEDED KILLIN', Yer Honer!" I'm twitching.
Look: i want my books back, i want my friends civil, and i want people who don't want to be around me to simply SAY SO! Is that so gods besotted DIFFICULT?! I have a party, tomorrow. Do you realise how fun this is going to be? Me, with alcohol and a crowbar, in a room full of people with various levels of Having-Brought-Drama-To-Wolven-ness... OH yeah.... If it wasn't a bunch of he-said,. she-said, passive aggressive, Third Grade BULLSHIT, then maybe i wouldn't be so angry... If it could be dropped, and NEVER BROUGHT UP AGAIN, i wouldn't want to kill people. If i could have my shit back, and fulfill my promises, or AT LEAST make arrangements to do so, then i wouldn't feel so bad... But no... The conditions are as they are, and my conditions are as they are. And things will be as they will be. Que sera, &c.
"Born On a Sunday," by the Art of Noise is going through my head... Wonder what's going to happen sunday... AS it stands, i have a Guinness, and a few lingering threads of patience. I don't want any more of this. None of it. Talk to me or don't. Be civil, in my presence, or leave, and for the love of god, at least TRY to simply burn something AWAY, rather than keeping it on SLOW, AGONIZING "Life" support. Jeezus.
This post has taken me over 30 minutes to write, and i'm too angry to really even see straight, right now. I'm Very displeased. Moreso than before. So... Let's see if my blinding Honesty, and acumen, over the next few days, will lose me friends, or simply cauterise some of the more ragged stumps.
Dream
Look: i want my books back, i want my friends civil, and i want people who don't want to be around me to simply SAY SO! Is that so gods besotted DIFFICULT?! I have a party, tomorrow. Do you realise how fun this is going to be? Me, with alcohol and a crowbar, in a room full of people with various levels of Having-Brought-Drama-To-Wolven-ness... OH yeah.... If it wasn't a bunch of he-said,. she-said, passive aggressive, Third Grade BULLSHIT, then maybe i wouldn't be so angry... If it could be dropped, and NEVER BROUGHT UP AGAIN, i wouldn't want to kill people. If i could have my shit back, and fulfill my promises, or AT LEAST make arrangements to do so, then i wouldn't feel so bad... But no... The conditions are as they are, and my conditions are as they are. And things will be as they will be. Que sera, &c.
"Born On a Sunday," by the Art of Noise is going through my head... Wonder what's going to happen sunday... AS it stands, i have a Guinness, and a few lingering threads of patience. I don't want any more of this. None of it. Talk to me or don't. Be civil, in my presence, or leave, and for the love of god, at least TRY to simply burn something AWAY, rather than keeping it on SLOW, AGONIZING "Life" support. Jeezus.
This post has taken me over 30 minutes to write, and i'm too angry to really even see straight, right now. I'm Very displeased. Moreso than before. So... Let's see if my blinding Honesty, and acumen, over the next few days, will lose me friends, or simply cauterise some of the more ragged stumps.
Dream