sorry, my uncle has one arm, he lost it after a heart attack, i went to the hospital at 8 years old and saw his arm going green from the elbow down, the blood was cut off or something, sure wasn't pretty.
he smoked forty a day, he's still alive 28 years later.
I hate taking the bus. I especially hate taking the bus during rush hour. Today after work I got dropped off along my bus route and faithfully waited for the sardine can to pull up. I smoke cigarettes to try and keep myself awake until the bus arrives, knowing that I'll have to stand up the whole hour long ride home. I get on the bus, packed as usual. Some Sri Lankin guy is right beside me, facing slightly away from me. He insists on turning directly towards me every time he coughs or sneezes, blowing his fucking bacterialized mucous all in my direction. Some little Filipino lady is standing right behind me and makes sure that every time the bus crawls to a stop she sticks her hand into the crack of my ass to stabilize herself. Today's bus driver was one of those old butch dykes, but a rather skinny one with a buzz cut. She kept on yelling "Move to the back of the bus!" throughout the whole ride in her low burly voice. I swear she had a deeper voice than me. The whole ride I couldn't stop from thinking what she looks like naked. I know it's disgusting and all, but strangely interesting at the same time. I bet her labia looks like prepubescent boys testicles or something. I honestly thought that I was going to vomit the whole ride home.
I'm pretty thankful that I have a job. I'm an extremely lazy person, and the only way I could have a job is if a family member gave one to me. I miss lots of days, due to depression, insomnia, flu, etc. If I was working for anyone else I would have been fired long ago, and I get constantly reminded that. When I started working 6 months ago I had lots of hair. Now I don't have that much. It's falling out like the leaves falling off a tree in fall. It's pretty fucking depressing. I'm nothing without my hair. I'm 21 and I don't even have my fucking drivers license, but that's OK since I wouldn't have a nice car to drive anyhow. I really couldn't picture myself driving in my moms old beat up Taurus. I'd rather take the bus. So I guess getting a girlfriend is out of the question until I get enough money to buy a car. What am I going to do, pick her up on my rollerblades and take her to McDonalds? "Yeah baby, pick you up at 7, bring kneepads and some coupons". I don't think so.
I usually don't write this much. I just feel like I have a lot of bullshit to get off my chest. I'm not even planning on going to school next year. I really just want to sit the winter out in my warm basement and do this webpage until I get a ravenous following, then storm the parliament and demand... Well, I haven't thought that far yet. All I know is I want to change the world sitting on my ass smoking cigarettes until I get cancer.
I haven't had sex in over two years. That's really depressing I guess. Last time I got laid was at some Goth New Years party. I was really drunk and some whorish Goth chick just walked up to me and kissed me, and asked if I wanted to star in a porno they were making that night. I didn't end up starring in a porno, but I did bang her for a while until I realized that I was being watched by some guy who I thought was passed out on the couch. I couldn't finish. We went into the furnace room, but I ended up puking from drinking too much, then passed out. Woke up the next day, called a cab, got the fuck out of there and tried to think up a good excuse never to talk to that chick again. I guess it worked -- I'm alone now.
Have you ever heard of a thing called a diary? It is an ideal vehicle for the sort of unadulterated pish you are writing here. Please remember - nobody is even remotely interested in your pathetic angst or juvenile take on the world.
Incidentally - a Filipino cannot be female and Sri Lankan is spelled with an "a".
Now fuck off!!!!!!!!
Drivel.
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