so it has been 6 days since my last garbled ramble so here comes the next one filled with spite, rage, disappointment and belief that work will set you free.
gosh darn i hate responsibility. especially designated responsibility and then they turn it on you. They suggest something and then when it fails he just turns it around. motherfucker can suck my dick. how does this turn into that, um we were waiting for you to do it.
Usually that and i promise/guarantee that it will happen come the summer, come oppi, come tomorrow i will have thought of murdering someone because i feel that i'm the only one. as everyone does, the only non sheep capable of doing something constructive.
So todays argument i could have started weeks ago. and fought and really wanted to get upset, but i didnt i shut the fuck up. shut the fuck up and die eventually please. in such pain from thinking too much and wanting to slap someone. i dont want your fucking help.
yoh yoh yoh i would love let lose in the ring. prob not a good idea but who knows what i will need. exercise, spinning, skipping or something just to get my mind off the hate. Too much hate, even in the office i'm a class joke, and that isnt going to end but i am getting a living wage and i'm ecstatic that its working out. its all good news on that front but while i juggle stupid things at home, frustration keeps with me after every evening every weekend and the loss of another worthless day. money made so i can do probably fuck all. the grand i drew went into booze, football fees and junk food. nice going.
what news of football, no new signings yet by the mags but everyone is back in training. no more bids from other teams for out players. the window will cool before it heats up again.
i must think about more strain and stress and violence, its all i think of.
