Today is My birthday. I am twenty-two years old. I'm starting a new job the 12th of July (hopefully) ...and all should be well. But you know what? It's not .... it fucking sucks.

I am in love with a girl online ...maybe two, if you can believe the fucked up shit in My head. I have no car and live at home at the moment ...which is beyond even the power of the word 'loser' to encompass. It is fucking hot, and I am all sweaty and shit, and am going to shower for the fourth time today ....I'm turning into an Obsessive Compulsive showerer. It's fucky.

And so yeah ...there is more to bitch about ..but I have to save it for My midnight session of goth-arm cutting.

Tune it next time for a report on the bitchiness of having thick, long hair in the summer..


Post your bitching here. This is the best place for it. And oh yeah, FUCK YOU, BITCH!!!, you know who you are...

no girl, no life, no money....

liked a girl, she left

had a life, messed that up

had money, lost it all

so..

anyone who feels sorry for me..

order me a mail order bride, buy me some more Xbox games.. and gimme all ur money

well not being able to go home kinda sucks bet yet when I do go home I always manage to get into a fight with my mother.Let's see Katy an 2 year old I love her to death but shesh I wouldn't go back to being a 2 year old for any amount of money in the world. Having to have whatever I have in my bowl/plate even if what she has in hers is the same excat thing I got in mine. My boyfriend is alittle older then me and he is moving away and leaving me behind and who knows whats going to happen to our relasonship when he moves.It is very hot outside. You name is. LIFE SUCKS!

Well, I was going to join this thread and start bitching until I saw its just one big ole country song.

Someone still has to lose a dog or cat.
Their trailer still needs to be hit by a tornado.
The guy or girl they liked still needs to run off with their best friend.

But hey, at least its not a Backstreet Boys song.

hrm....
i don't normally bitch but just for you Jer

i went a lil too heavy on the booze last night and had to call in sick to work today because of the dry heaving i was doing, it felt like someone was reaching down my throat and trying to pull my stomach out by the handful...uhg....

and its all shitty beer's fault. had i stuck to the vodka i woulda been fine but OH NO, we had to run out


i talked to my room mate from college today, and as it turns out she has a slight OCD....


i constantly feel at odds with the world around me and i don't really wanna be anywhere anymore. i was a once very happy person and yet very ignorant....and then for some odd reason someone opened my eyes to what was going on around me. I'm slightly smarter now and a hell of a lot less happy

Ignorance is bliss, would someone please smash me over the head with a base ball bat?


damnit now i've gone and thought about all this shit....just for you Jer...

uh oh.. Tornado warning..

/me starts driving his house

well...

my wife left me for my dog..

my trailer got repossed by some dude name bobo...

i found out that my job plucking chickens is over....

i ain't got no teeth in my head...


and to top it off....i'm outta skoal

Well all the guys in thsi stupid city want nothign but head and talk about nothing but getting laid, getting drunk,getting high... alot of the girls hate me because the guys all want me and pay more attention to me. My boobs are too big,I hate my thighs. I hate being a navy brat and I can't wait till I am 18.

Man.. so I'm like.. yeah.. and stuff.. and there's this bird right?.. fuck.. so it lands on my shoulder and starts pecking the shit out of me.. so I'm like.. "bitch.. you best step!".. and it's like... "man.. fuck you".. so I swing at the son of a two dollar fruit eating whore.. and it just flys up over my fist and lands back on my shoulder and pecks at my ear.. so I'm like.. "man.. this fucking sucks".. and then I'm standing there with a bleeding shoulder.. a bleeding ear.. and this bird.. it's just like.. going off and shit.. so I get this bat right?.. oh yeah.. a bat.. and I try to Bash his brains in!!.. but No... he does his little flying shit again and I break my collar bone and dislocate my shoulder.. so I'm all like.. "fuck..".. which is understandable... and then this car like comes out of nowhere and ~BAM~ hits me!.. well the bird kept on pecking till it saw the car and flew off right as it hit me.. and I'm laying there all like.. "owwww god damnit!! my spleeeeeeen! call 911!!" and the guy gets out of his taxi and is all like.. "look what you did to my fucking car you worthless sack of turtle shit!" and commences to start kicking me in the ribs and throwing beer bottles at my head.. then he steals my wallet and gets back in his taxi.. backs up over my legs.. and takes off..... well I didn't things could get any worse.. then .. the bird came back.. and started pecking at my eye... I picked up a beer bottle and tried to bash it.. but he flew off again and I just ended up bashing a beer bottle over my face... so I get up after a while and manage to walk around town a bit.. all broken up.. bruised.. bleeding.. limping.. dirty.. with a bird just pecking away at my head and I'm clinging to a baseball bat..... well.. either from the loss of blood or from being so tired.. I passed out in front of this store... I woke amazed to find that after having pecked at my head for a few hours.. the bird had left to terrorize someone else.. and this guy walks out and sticks a 20 dollar bill in my hand and walks off.. well!.. things are looking up.. then I get mad.. and I get up and follow this guy down the street till he stops to pull out his cellphone.. then I jump on him and bash his head in with the bat and yell obsceneties.. stick the 20 dollar bill in his mouth and walkoff.. "Stupid counterfeit bills.."

Well that was funny lol Your um something

So umm.. are you busy later ?

lol that was so bogus lol nope I gotta gonow buh-bye

uhh...*thinks* Carpal tunnel hurts like a bitch, my girlfriends father is one of those insane whacko cops and is powertripping and theres no more chinese left overs. And I (for the 5th time) missed the beginning of mUlholland Drive by 20 minutes. And uhh..uhhh..got a friend who's wanting to start using drugs and he comes to ask me where to buy stuff knowing perfectly well that ive been down that road and now hold a very anti-drug stance on my friend. I guess that's more irritating than anything else. Mostly minor stuff, nowadays.

..

I have to start being responsible..

At twenty five..

Fecking Church of God feckers are staying at de hotel I work at..

..Bastards get shit faced drunk..then start preaching to me about.."have you found Jeezuus?"..n' start babbling about de evils of Alchohol..WHILST ordering another round..after I decide they've had one too many..they(a group of four) start getting all uppity n' shet..TELLING me that I WILL give them more beer..(fecking goosehead..of all things..)..n' after about 1 an' a half hours of hearing them bitch n' moan n' preach n' bother other guests..I get fed up..throw de wine glass I was polishing to de floor, n' tell them to get de feck away from MY bar..(fortunately de few guests that still remained, knew me well enough..)..They scattered like de fecking mice they were..me manager told me to go take me break..I did..smoked a ciggy..n' went back in..Those bastards were back again..saying that they'll get me fired and whatnot..I smile, call security, n' have them kicked out of de hotel..two of de same Fundies decided to 'have a chat' with me after work..And right as I was about to light up..they threw de first punch, rather sloppily I might add..n' I defended meself..Police were called, n' those two were hauled away..I got off as it was self defense.. Those feckers know now not to feck with an Irishman after a rather annoying day..n' not to interupt a man's ciggy time..me knuckles are sore, one of me ribs is bruised..eh..mayhap it wasn't such a bad day afterall..got to bash a few Xian's faces in..n' people wonder why I wear steel tipped boots to work..*grins*..Wear 'em jus' for de feckers stupid enough not to pull a fecking gun on me..

..*sigh*..that was rather..liberating..I simply must 'bitch' more often..

Today I fucking chopped all of my hair off. I fucking couldn't take it anymore. I am now pissed off that I didn't ponder on it some more. Why didn't I sleep on it...I was hot...it's fucking hot out...and now...because I freaked out and reacted quickly...I am stuck with short hair for at least a year.
Gives Geeeeeerms a big fat birthday kiss! Happy Birthday Cutie Patootie! Your not a loser or else your wouldn't be welcomed at home when life threw you a strike.

Why should anyone feel sorry for you....your young everybody fucks up their life when their young...just fucking quit messing up before your old eh

...and your a Linkin Park fan...do five hail mary's and show us the titties.
We'll be the judge of that.

I am perpetually stuck in a rut. I always seem to be back where I fucking started.

You know, I am so fucking stressed out I can't even think of anything to bitch about. Jesus...

Here's a big bitch...I hate spending money on things I don't want...and I have to spend about 1100 dollars on my fucking tooth...Then two hundred more on my wisdom teeth and 180 more on two little cavaties...So fuck the dentist. And I have to pay alllll of that. I have no fucking insurance because of my lame ass fucking job...

I am up too early. I don't need to be here.