Wednesday, January 25, 2006

   where's jamie?
huh???? i feel like el pooopie


dont feel good not at all, i look like shit on top of that



school itself becomes degrading after a while


i know the world out there is much mroe complicated with working and all that competition but honestly, why must school be so ranking and destructive?

things are just so complicated, and to top it off i have this terrible cold which makes me feel so much more pleasant


you guys should add me on MSN

completely random and off topic placebo sounds way different when played on the pc as compared to the playing of it on my regular stereo

i need a new stereo and im still waiting for a compooper

i start work tomorrow, what joy

i feel like writing a story


oh well if it seems completely pointless but you can fuck me so thats all good right?


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Senseless, naked , stripped of all sanity lying in dismay and waiting for something to occur. Sothing to adore me and worship every inch of my sinful flesh. Something that will caress every inch of soiled beauty that we call skin.

What the fuck am i talking about?

I lay in my bed of my apartment in building 301. A dreary room with a foul odor of some dead creatin that died in the walls around my pit. I would usually wake up to my normal routine. Wake up, take a shit shower and go to work. Deal with all the pointless rumours about who fucked who whilest trying to attempt some sort of work. Try to get somewhere instead of having my dickhead of a boss chew my ear off and expect some sort of effort come forth from my everyday work. He's such an asshole, with his side parted hair and cheesey glasses. Only so many people know how he lives his life. Some think he returns to a nice home with his elderly wife who sits around and cooks shitty meals all day. Pictures of his grown children litter the hallway walls and the smell of a cheap ass crafts store along with new paint lingers in the air. That's what any other person would expect fomr him. I know different.

He doesnt in fact have a wife children or a home. He lives in his rundown piece of shit he calls a car. He spends his paycheck on hookers and gambles frequently. Once or twice he'll bring some twelve year old girl to a hotel and deflower their undeveloped body. He likes them young, you'd think i'd know. It's sad to watch him sitting in the back of his car (his bed) and pull away at his external genitals whilest watching re-runs of the olsen twins most recent t.v. show on that portable dvd player he stole from some poor old lady.

Whats worse is seeing him come to work with semen stains all over his suit. Such a disgusting man he is.

I went completely off topic again. Damn, thats what boredom does to you. Back to my clumsy little apartment.

I can hear the gay couple next door engaging in sodomy nearly every morning, just one slap to the wall would help right? no they just keep at it. Today will be different im sure of it. Im just not sure as to how it will be different or in what way it will be.

I could go on for hours about how i could clean up my apartment and redo life but thats just too complicated. So i'll start by telling you exactly what i did last night.

I came home from hell (work) and saw the most perculiar thing. A small little store tucked inbetween my apartment building and this rundown drycleaners. It looked pretty damn old but i had never recalled seeing it there before. Being the typical women i walked in only to be greeted by the soothing aroma of inscence..........


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errrr writers block

spelling errors i dont give a shit


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