Shut the Fuck Up
Whiney sniveling posts about girls and bad poetry are what I have become? Oh no. OH NO! OK. That's it. Fuck that. Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you too. It's all me and none of you in this fabled little tale of a square headed kid trying to make it on his own. So yeah...sure the xmas retail season can be tough to mire through and the absence of stability can be a mean crutch...but I say...for now...Fuck that! I'm cool on my own. If I can hitchhike to Phucket then I can get through being all distressed about a girl. Jesus Mary and fucking Joseph! What a bore I have become. Tsk Tsk Tsk. Back in black.