Sometimes I Die Alone….
Dear(s) don’t kill people,
Rednecks with guns do. Anyway, I’m tired as (insert the name of something tired ie:air jordans.)I hate having to work, and I think I already miss my computer at school….I just remembered that I really hate Christmas, not that wanting to kill everyone at work wasn’t enough……I finally get home ready to pass out and my mom keeps yelling at me because they want help putting up decorations or something. Here hold my gun. I have to work every day this week with the exception of tuesday (which I really need to start my Christmas shopping then, because the next day I’ll have off is saturday) woo-hoo, how do you like them apples? Granny Smith bitch. However on the bright side every day I do work I have to open, so I’ll be off early.
I swear I had more to say, but I’m starting to develop a headache, and I really think I should just lay down before I do something stupid…..or smart. I just really don’t want to do anything. So call me and wake me up if you must (which you all should.) but be warned that I make no sense what-so-ever when I wake up…….I’m sleeping after this cigarette…..
because it seemed like a good idea at the time,
n i ck
P.S. – My mouth hurts,my head hurts, and my back feels like Zelda from Pet Semetary, please….make it go away.