Sometimes I wish I was a better writer. That the juicy words could pour out of my orfaces like jell-o on a summer day. Melting into a pool of intelligent sentences and words that make awesome. Then your eyes would drink the pool from the trough like the little pigs you are. Wouldn't that be something children? That I could make such things? But my medium is visual. and so the wishes of being a better writer won't happen... my eye went all twitchy... fucking weird.

Wow I am feeling a stabbing pain in my brain. I am not sure what it is. It feels like a vaporous gas that was pumped directly into my mind. I wonder if it is because of my lack of sleep. I did get up at five yesterday morning. Five fucking morning. mother fucker.

I really should sleep but then my weekend would be wasted. functioning barely. fuck. I want to enjoy my time in this shit hole but it is getting harder with each day that passes me. My home becons me and I can't leave yet. the check IS in the mail bitch! it's not my fault if it doesn't get there on time. because you fucking started it.

I need to get out of here. I am going insane in this white room... this prison... and the only time I get out of here is to go slave away being a little bitch to everybody and dealing with the fucking bullshit that is bullshit and being told that everything I have been doing has been wrong. At LEAST once a fucking day I don't do something right. YOU COULD HAVE TRAINED ME BETTER YOU FUCKERS! I CAN'T WAIT TO LEAVE YOUR SHITHOLE OF A BUSINESS WITH ROACHES CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR AND MOLDY BREAD! I WILL BE FUCKING LAUGHING WITH FUCKING JOY WHEN I FUCKING LEAVE!!!!!! I CAN'T WAIT TO NOT SEE YOU FUCKS EVER AGAIN!!!!! YOU CAN KISS MY ASS BITCHES! I AM NEVER COMING BACK!!!! NOT EVEN TO FUCKING VISIT UNLESS THE OWNER HAS CHANGED!!!! I AM SO SERIOUS!! YOU CAN SUCK MY FUCKING BALLS BECAUSE IN THREE FUCKING WEEKS I WON'T BE WORKING FOR YOU ASSHOLES ANYMORE!!!! I AM TIRED OF BEING TREATED LIKE SHIT AND LIKE I AM SUPPOSED TO KNOW EVERYTHING BECAUSE I FUCKING DON'T BITCH AND IT HELPS IF YOU FUCKING TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT!!!! BECAUSE OTHERWISE I WON'T KNOW!!! I CAN'T READ YOUR MIND YOU FUCKING ROBOT!!! I HATE YOUR BUSINESS AND I HATE YOUR CUSTOMERS AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET THE FUCK AWAY!!! I WILL BE LAUGHING MANICALLY ON THE PLANE WHEN IT TAKES OFF AND THEY WILL HAVE TO DRUG MY PEANUTS TO SHUT ME THE FUCK UP AND I WILL BE SITTING IN A DRUG EUPHORIA AND SMILING BECAUSE I AM AWAY FROM YOU FUCKS!!! I AM ALMOST TEMPTED TO TELL YOUR CUSTOMERS THAT PISS ME OFF TO GO FUCK THEMSELVES BUT I WON'T BECAUSE I HAVE THIS THING CALLED SELF CONTROL AND I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH THE REPERCUSSIONS AND I WANT TO LEAVE WITH YOU ALL CRYING IN THE CORNER AND ME LAUGHING ON MY WAY OUT BECAUSE I WILL BE GONE FOREVER!

fucking period.

Making me all hormonal and pissy.

Going to school in the fall. I am going to my state u. to learn'em me something and to edumacation get and receive. going to draw and learn me some nihongo. because I have been wanting to learn it for like five centuries.

I think I am starting to lose consciousnesses...

I really I need to sleep... but I think that either Futuramas or Venture Brothers needs to be watched....

oh... sister coming for a friend's wedding I am excited to hug and then stay up watching cartoons and drinking juiced rockstars because they are delicious. And then we go to the wedding and then we watch more cartoons. She is sharing my room with me. i don't know where she is collapsing for sleep nighties but I'll figure it out. thursday's a coming. it will be two weeks after the wedding then I get to leave this shithole. yes.

fuck you all...

I think i am hungry.

i want potatoes.

then watch cartoons then sleep...

pppppooooottttaaaatttttoooooeeeeessss....