January 2008
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Brian Steblay was the only good part of new Years Eve. You were busy doing rails of cocaine with that fat kid who looks like Christ Farley and will probably die like him.
While you were busy with all that blow, acting like a joke, we sat outside and talked about politics, poetry, and how good it was for him to hear that we were over. He hopes I can get out and away from you soon. So do I.
So how...
December 2007
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Your family sent me Christmas gifts.
Who would have thought such a sweet gesture could make me feel so criminal for feeling destroyed by you?
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For all the blood which has been spilled in the name of jesus and every other religion through the history of mankind.
I miss my little brothers.
Bleeeeehcccch! The end of December. Is it me, or does the collective heart rate of everyone and their God forsaken, chestnut roasting MOTHER skyrocket during this time of year? People seem to be in a crack induced rush in virtually every aspect of their lives right now. Assholes are pushing through doorways, wayward shoppers are INVADING my personal bubble! WTF? Don’t rub against me you...
“REPENT!”
The sign read.
Go back to molesting your inbred children.
What a fuggin’ beautiful christmas I will have alone this year.
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“Excuse me while I disappear, Angel Eyes.”
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Good.
You feel like a criminal.
You are.
You’re a criminal.
I’m listening to the “Footloose” soundtrack right now. It’s playing the song from that scene where he’s angered against the world, finds an abandoned warehouse and unleashes his frustrations in a flurry of gymnastics and dance!! PEOPLE!?! Just think of how therapeudic that is! See, that’s the problem with the world today. We need more exposure to 80’s...
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You are a grotesque person. Fuck. I should have cracked your skull with a wine bottle.
Instead you had me on my fucking knees in the corner of my own dining room demanding to know why I was such a different person. Why I wasn’t standing up for myself to you? Lambasting me because in the past, I was formidable enough to never have gotten on my knees.
Well, if I started screaming back at...
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Late fall and early winter always make me think of Scott.
I find myself lingering over his pictures longer when it’s cold outside and wonder what he’s doing.
He’s never been a cow of consumerism.
When it gets cold like this I want to stand outside with him and drink tea. We can watch the fever in the herd from our metro stop and think the same thoughts.
But he’s gone...
Let me be blunt: I’ve done NOTHING today but sit on my money maker at this desk and eat a huge sandwich. How fortuitous that my week began with Monday!
I’ve managed to aquire the perfect excuse for sitting in this stupid chair all day and being nothing more than utterly obtuse for my entire shift. Don’t misconstrue my message here: I am not a lazy person by nature. In point of...
Narcotics are evil. Soma, a muscle relaxer, while evil, would appear to be the only drug on the face of the planet that can keep my head attatched to my neck at the moment. Approximately 8 hours ago, I took 150mg of this poison. It renders me utter useless at the game of life and therefore, makes me want to quit. I spent the first three and a half hours of my shift a drooling idiot. I’m...