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Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Sorry, I suck so much ass. I bet that no one, NO ONE will ever read this. I was getting a pretty decent size audience when I had a minor mental breakdown and forgot how to write. I am sorry, I shouldn't have left you but seeing as how I've been emotionally unavailable to everyone in my pathetic little life for a little over a year now I don't think that you should be expected to be treated any differently.
Uhm, I got a job reviewing Puerto Rican wrestling for Wrestling Observer.com. It's a good bit but dude, P.R wrestling is the worst. It fucking sucks ass in a big ass way. I can barely stand to sit through the fucking shit. UGH. I watch so you don't have to so read my reviews bitches. I'm taking one for the team in not only watching this bull crap but also taking the time to write about it. It's the biggest sacrifice that I've ever made. It's all for you.
I'm at the liberry. We hired this girl who wears pants that are way too tight. She bugs me cause she's always staring at me. I want to rip her eyes out. I do.
My only remaining friend at work, this short little black haired pepperpot hasn't been in for a week or so. I wonder if she's ok? I imagine so. I think, no I have no opinion really. I just like watching her walk around the building. She's really pretty. Even if she has hairy arms.
Did I ever tell you about the time I told the Eritrian janitor to go back to Africa. I didn't mean it in like A David duke kind of way. He kept yelling, we were fighting, about how they do shit in his country so I was all like "Then go back asshole" not like "beat it back to the motherland darkie" Oh, well so now everyone thinks I'm racist. I like them thinking that. It gives them something to focus on instead of how hollow the life they have is. Once again, I'm taking one for the team. I'm like a kharmic Don Baylor... With that, I'm out like shout...




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