Sunday, September 9, 2012

Ooooo, the pencil-dicked bitches are really mad at me.  They threw an intense electronic tantrum this morning.  Basically blew me out of bed after I had slept about three hours, so I am navigating on pure instinct.  They ain't gettin' no cherry, though, so they can go fuck themselves.  I've been sleep deprived much of my life, working as a pilot with about ten thousand hours night time in my log books.

They're slowly killing me and I know it and I am not afraid of these pukebags.  They can go piss up a rope.

Never quit.

2 comments:

lifevorce said...

I am sorry when any human being suffers. Believe me, I know.
In spite of all the ups & downs and craziness of Life--know this too--that someone out there truly cares about what happens to you.

Apocalypto said...

Right now, that means a lot.