| | 4+am in the fucking morning and i'm still not curled up in bed. Everyone at home is asleep and i'm here stressing over Dreamweaver. I don't understand why the fuck i have to do this. It's not like i would create my own website when i start working. I would fucking hire some web designer to do it for me.
Chug this can of tiger down as my smoke fills the room. It feels oh so quiet contrary to Beth Gibbon's ghastly voice sinking into every corner of the room. I need the slightest change possible. If not for the soul, at least to the eyes. I cannot stand this beige off-white side of the wall. It is killing me. Anyone willing to fund me paint in the most royal of purple you could ever find? And also spend the day with me painting it. Please ...?? I will in turn buy you a packet of two dollar chicken rice because that is all i can afford. Or a cup of low fat milk bubble tea. With Xtra pearls.
I'm annoyed. I'm disgusted. Sick and tired of myself and all the bullshit i put myself through, especially at home. Things havn't been swell. How much can i take ..
Ready to H - bomb next week. Kitty Flipping somesort somesort if you know what i mean.
Fuck This dreamweaver Shit. I'm off to bed.
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| | Posted 7/5/2009 2:23 AM - 47 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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