Fuck man I'm not sure I can type this right now I'm in the middle of watching Fletch, which in my awful opinion is such an awesome movie. Come on he calls himself Mr. Poon. Mr. Poon how fucking funny is that. Well after yesterdays depressing ass entry I'll try to make this one a little more funny, deal? Deal. OK lets begin, wait lets begin with what I have nothing to write about, unless you want to hear about my theories about the effects of John Carpenter movies on a three year old. No? Fuck you then your loss.
How about how fucking stupid unemployment is? Yeah ok, fucking unemployment. These motherfucker still haven't given me any money. My funds is running out Yo! Every week they tell me next week, fucking cunts man. Damn Genna Davis doesn't look bad in 1985. I understand that every single other motherfucker is on unemployment too, but I made pretty good coin and I need that $240 a week to pay bills man. Fuck It dude it comes when it comes.Good news though my buddy Richie called me today telling me there is an opening at his work which is not so bad, little more work then I'm used to but hey beggars can't be choosers huh. Anyways I'm gonna cut this one short, If your wondering I'm still depressed about this past weekend and It'll probably take sometime, I'm a bit of a pussy when it comes to matters of the heart, but fuck you man I'm outta here, See ya tomorrow.
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