|| pissed off
I have absolutely fucking had it. Seriously. This is it. This is the fucking limit. I have had such a piss-poor day that my life, right now, CANNOT get any worse.
Well, no, it can, but frankly the only things that could make it worse would be a relative dying or my house burning down or something. I hate that my journal is emo and faggotry made real right now, but this is an entry that really needs to be made.
So. Prepare thyself for a festering barrage of faggotry, emoness, and other forms of expressionate woe to expand upon my current miserable circumstance.
I am sick of my job. Two cokeheads, both army vets, were being arseholes, crazy people- AND I MEAN FUCKING CRAZY PEOPLE- were all over the place in the pub today, one pisshead fucking urinated all over the main door of the pub- from the fucking inside- and I managed to get a fantastic wine stain on my kecks that looks like I pissed myself.
Girls have been absolutely fucked, left right and centre. Not in the good way, in case you were wondering. Now, okay, this is probably THE most clichéd kind of thing to be rambling on about in my LJ, but here it is. Aforementioned ex and I- well, we actually sat down and had a civilised discussion. Sure, it was preceded by the WORST argument evar, but it happened, and I felt a little better because of it. A little. Not much, though. And, other girls, yeah. I let myself get screwed over by one lately. My own fault, shoulda seen it coming. In fact, it's unusual that anyone actually gets in me enough to hurt me. No one's captured my affections like that for over a year.
I hate, hate, hate living at home. My parents and I have not been getting on well at all recently. Partly my fault again, I've been a bit of a recluse lately. But my dad's pissing me off with... oh, fuck. He just pisses me off. And I haven't spoken to my mum in two weeks because we had a bit of a tiff-type thing on the phone.
So. Here's where it all stands. I need new job. Started looking this week. Nothing yet, but a couple of circled ads that I think may hire me- bar jobs, full time, which realistically may hire me based on my experience. Would be nice.
I have found a potential flatmate. Unfortunately he's a bit of a stoner, but a very nice guy. Very. Almost TOO nice. However, he's the first person I've actually considered recently, so that says something in itself. Anyway, he's looking to move out, same as me. Need to have serious talk with him about his financial situation (I'm not earning enough money right now, hence my looking for a new job, and I don't think he is either) amongst other things.
This coming week I have my first JKD lesson. Always wanted to learn it, happened to find a cool instructor. Not sure if I'll be cut out for it, but he seems to think I am, so I'll definitely give it a shot. Looking forward to it.
Girls? Nee ta ma duh tyen-shia suo-yo duh run doh gai si. SERIOUSLY. Fuck the lot of them. And not literally. I've had it. I am taking a break. I'm NOT going to Stairways next week, nor any other half-arsed, cunting, vomit-licking, shit-munching, pusfest of a club. ... I don't quite know what I am going to do, but it's not going to be that. Fuck that. I've had it.
Right. Fucking rant over. I've had it with everything. Time for change. Everyone can ram their faces into the bottom of my diarrheoa-stained, shitswamp of a toilet and drown themselves to death.
PS: Oh, right, and there was some kind of Happy Vladmentide's Day or something a couple days back, so I am required to give out love and good wishes and spend a lot on something really useless, I believe.
By which I mean women. HAH. Eat that.