Some guy gave me problems at a store. I'm just going to ignore him. Stop going to that store. At first, there's some dumbass manager that doesn't know how to do shit, & then there's some assailant denying me service. That's a bad store. You don't go to stores when they act this way. I don't really need anything from there, so I'm just going to stop going. But, I was getting my Cheyenne's from there.
Alright. Monday game-day. Try not to lose control of the day. Then sit, or lay, or otherwise 'discipline.' I don't have where to, but I can use a few improvisations, & make-do. Alright. I think I got this. I have to go through my emails & then come Monday, I'll pop open some desk-work. This shouldn't be too difficult. It's because they have me in rough spot in between a hard place. That is where all of this is coming from.
But, I have a pack of cigarettes, a joint, & some coffee. I should be fine. You know, that truly is what it is. They have me marooned here. I want something, but I can't have it. I don't have these problems. Really, neither does anyone. Do anything that pays & then don't worry about the shit. This is some weird shit, otherwise. Igniting. Frustration. I should have my money. I don't need to be tested by you.
You people are unjust, evil, & wicked; & I'd like to start killing you all.
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