there are other worlds than these

breathe in

there has been this fucking helicopter that has been circling the neighborhood every day and its really getting on my nerves. i understand that increased police presence is a plus in this area, but come on, how many fucking criminals are you going to catch circling around at 10 pm on a fucking thursday. fuck fuck fuck! i have a headache, my body hurts and i don't know if i'm hungry or not. and i still have to walk down the street later too. fuck! i hate this shit.

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i told my so called roommate last night that i want him out. he didn't like that. i said that he needs to find a place by the beginning of march. i mean he can afford to go to chicago in march he can afford to get the hell out of here. sure its been nice to have the little bit of extra cash, but i can't jack off when i want, i can't have 'friends' over when i want, i can't even take a shit when i want. plus he eats all the damn food. i figure that if i just don't go out and buy food he won't eat me out of house and home.

god i'm bitchy today.

breathe out

i saw the most surreal thing yesterday. i mean, i know it was ash wednesday, but to see like a whole city block of people that have black crosses on their forehead is a little unsettling. i mean, there is no edict against whiping the crap off once you walk out the door. if you truly believe in the backwards superstitious practice in the first place you know that the holy spirit doesn't give a shit if you keep ashes on your forhead for the rest of the day so you can proudly proclaim to your coworkers and friends 'yes i am loved by the catholic god and his puppet the pope'. and christ, a fucking ocean of them swarming the streets with what looks like the mark of the beast on their foreheads. reminds me of the stephen king book insomnia, where the main character sees these deathmarks on people floating around them.

oh yeah and this whole lent crap. give me a break. sure i'll give up something for lent. perfect. i'll give up sleeping with women. that will be perfect. or how about i'll give up sobriety.

breathe in

someone told me that my blog was a little to angsty. fucking right it is. and if the person that said that reads this, you can take my angst and stick it up your ass.

whew i feel better.