I Rant
So in honor of the lord and master Foamy. I have decided to rant. (As I didn't already do this enough!!!) I HATE Monday classes. This is bullshit. Why oh why did God decided I needed more punishment?!!! I've been good. *Whispers: Well not really but nobody except you and me need know it.* I haven't committed premeditated murder recently. Choosing to kill only stupid people isn't premeditated. Its a public service. Well enough of ranting for now. Moving on to greener pastures.
The Pastiche Open Mike Night is tomorrow and I will be attending which means I had serious reconstruction to do on myself since I'm feeling specially crappy, but most of all I have to get pretty for my girls. I can't let them be embarrassed by me. (And yes at this point I can here the colllective "Que charra" from my boobie. *sighs* oh, well.) No I won't be reading any of my stuff in the open mike. I believe the world has seen enough pain and destruction and doesn't need me to add to it with my stupid depressing poetry.
Its late and I am tired from an extremelly painfully long fucking day. (Don't you feel as tired as I am after reading this sentence?) And the day isn't over yet! Two more hours to go, which thinking about sleeping and if I will be able to do so effective and efficiently do so. Hmmmm. I'd better make sure to sleep and get some help with it.
So I guess I'd better make my last incoherent rant for the night and quote one of my favorite singers, Tori Amos.
"...I wanna smash the faces
of those beautiful boys
those Christian boys.
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus..."
The Pastiche Open Mike Night is tomorrow and I will be attending which means I had serious reconstruction to do on myself since I'm feeling specially crappy, but most of all I have to get pretty for my girls. I can't let them be embarrassed by me. (And yes at this point I can here the colllective "Que charra" from my boobie. *sighs* oh, well.) No I won't be reading any of my stuff in the open mike. I believe the world has seen enough pain and destruction and doesn't need me to add to it with my stupid depressing poetry.
Its late and I am tired from an extremelly painfully long fucking day. (Don't you feel as tired as I am after reading this sentence?) And the day isn't over yet! Two more hours to go, which thinking about sleeping and if I will be able to do so effective and efficiently do so. Hmmmm. I'd better make sure to sleep and get some help with it.
So I guess I'd better make my last incoherent rant for the night and quote one of my favorite singers, Tori Amos.
"...I wanna smash the faces
of those beautiful boys
those Christian boys.
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus..."
