wicked mysterious light

breathe in

yet another recurring theme in this experiment. hangovers. yee-haw

breathe out

today i was able to look through my personell file at work. that bitch that used to be my boss went through my personal items and put copies in there. writing, sketches, doodles, all that stuff. why in the hell would you want to put that in a file unless you intended to use it in some malicious way later? fucking cunt. one was on a piece of a legal pad and it was my random thoughts when i was very sick of my job. what the fuck would she want that chicken scratch for other than to try to railroad me later.

i am so glad that the evil has left that place. only to be replaced by pregnant mexicans. blah