Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

my new job is already a bust. they hired the wrong guy. meanin:

they didn't hire me.

but at least i got ONE night of breathing easy... whatever the fuck THAT means...

to every girl who ever gave me head + i need drugs + you don't know my name

music and sleep are my only escapes from my pathetic life.

drugs help too.

can you kill me now?

p.s. that is whitey's pot... not mine, so don't get all, "if yer so broke, then how come yer buyin pot" or i'll hunt you down, and stab out your eyes with a pair of chopsticks for being retarded.

i'm thinking i should write a screenplay... i have an AWESOME source for content, and storylines...
but is writing a screenplay too LA of me?

i don't wanna be "one of those"

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