12th December 2001
It’s 2.06am and I’m so pissed off.
Not pissed (I would be happier if I was pissed) but I’m like cheezed off big
time. It’s unbelievable how that woman has the bleeding …. Aurgh whats that
word…. Chit.. that’s it… I cant believe how that woman has the effing chit
to go thru my stuff. AGAIN!!
And she goes on about how
‘good-girls’ shouldn’t use ‘certain’ sort of sanitary products. Fuck
it. I’m so chuffed up in the head I can’t be fucked about her.
And by the way, I WAS in a rather
peaceful mood when I stepped thru that friggin door.
Happy is not a mood that is easily available to me anymore. Being even
the slightest bit jovial would be a charity to me
Yumcha was ok tonite. I can’t say much of it... Things are moving so slowly I think Sammy the snail has overtaken us.
Today I’m dirty… want to be pretty
Tomorrow I know I’m just dirt.
Pissed angry, frustrated, beyond comprehension would likely define my state of mind at the mo.
What is the purpose of life? I mean yeah people have claimed to have FOUND it in some religion or another. But is it not more than mere mumbo jumbo? Nothing but mere strings of confusing words fused together to make the speaker seem intelligent? Just the very same way I’m confusing all in far yonder with my own string of confusing and pseudo intelligent words.
Yes I think too much.
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