This entry in no way means to belittle the sentiments in jenn's entry.... but it really SUCKS when ALL you get - EVERYTIME - from playing in the pitiful drizzle is fucking pneumonia.

cb.

Fuck you. Fuck you all. I hope you have a happy life you miserable buggers. Piss off. Scram! I hate you! I hate you all!!!! *screeeeeaaaaaam*

Why is it that i'm caught in that FIVE mins that i turn my back? Five mins out of 4 freakin weekends! Life sucks. Its like I've had good luck in my previous lives and all the bad luck goes into this one. What the hell!!!

Cancer

Call it Procrastinitis, last-minutitis - whatever. Its a cancer and I've got it. BAD. And its like I can never learn my lesson. How hard exactly do I have to be hit to realise that I can't go on like that forever? Its like looking into a man-hole (as in drainage system, please focus on the right things here!), remembering how you broke your leg in 3 places when you last fell into it and then thinking "hmm.. ok let me step into it"

"We're so fucked. Totally and completely."~Tush