January 27th, 2007

08

I HATE MY FUCKING JOB

I want to kill someone. I want to bash their heads against the pavement until they crack open, to see if a brain will spill out or if there really IS air between their ears, like I personally suspect. I want to break their arms and their legs, and I want to rip out their tongues, and I want to stick their heads on pikes and place them where they can be seen as a warning to all others.
05

Some kind of nightmare

Nobody lives like this.

I mean, it's not human. Poeple cannot possibly hope to stay sane living like this.

So when the fuck do I get to wake up from this nightmare? When do I get to have a life again?