yeah boy its Friday, that's how shit goes down, I've had 3 dub captain morgans and coke on my lunch break and I'm ready for the shenanigans that the weekend will bring, wanna start tings off now, but work!RIGHT i have an utter shit ton of work to do, but im wasting time helping people with stuff i really shouldnt cos its not my responsibility and a waste of time, but i like some people more than others at work, and i hate doing actual work, so helping with stuff i have nothing to do with it is.
i am listening to anaal nathraks passion album after 4 hours of bruce springsteen. you cannot imagine the releif i feel.
im thinking of hitting this bar tonight. get laid. punch a bitch in the face, kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug and then jet.
I got 3 monocles, a jewelled turban and when I order its caviar and champagne, the weird thing is, I don't eat caviar or drink champagne, it's a status thing you see, and that's why all the girl are mine, classthey are certainly not, and i will sit here and hubbubb about it with my monocle and tophat for at least 30 minutes. then i shall order veal and a sip of port. the nerve. i say.