Not. My. Fucking. Week.
Apr. 1st, 2004 01:31 pmNow the work server is down. And the Shark doesn't even get home until I'm supposed to be gone from here.
*bangs head on desk*
Fuck it. Just --- Fuck it.
I'm going to go turn on GTA and shoot a bunch of hookers.
*bangs head on desk*
Fuck it. Just --- Fuck it.
I'm going to go turn on GTA and shoot a bunch of hookers.
I know your pain.
Date: 2004-04-01 05:21 pm (UTC)I can feel the tension crawling in my bones and
it's making it difficult for me to do anything
that doesn't involve destruction.
Which is why I've decided to clean up the
place tonight and then see if I can't scrape
together enough change to go out and get wrecked.
The cleaning has got nothing to do with stress
relief, mind you, but I think that coming home
exhausted and out of my mind will be nice with a
clean apartment.
If that doesn't get the bugs out of my system, I
gonna see about getting me a heavy punching bag
and fitting it somewhere in here.