Fuck you, Fuck Off, and Good Fucking Riddance.

So anyways.. i'm glad to be fucking out of here.. fucking landlord comes to my door at fucking 3 am monday night and starts shit and accuses me of being a drunken alcoholic because I'm busy packing and I have a beer in my hand, ever heard of having a good time? it would help if you could fucking understand english but that would be hoping for far too fucking much. i haven't felt the way i currently do about a landlord in a very long time. the last time i did i spent the night in the don jail and that was me sober. I;m fucking so glad for my sanity and my sons safety to be aout of this shithole apartment... plus i'll be closer to work at the new place and the new guy understands that given the nature of my job some days off i have to be nocturnal.. dumb fucks here could never understand that even tho they make noise doing chinese new year till 5 am... so...Fuck you, Fuck Off, and Good Fucking Riddance. I won't be looking back.

Current mood: Pissed.
Current Music: White lies/Black truth, Slik Toxic.

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Cowabunga.

Back to the job search i go... not really anything to do right now but play turtles smash up and watch tv so i decided to wander downtown and look for a job. I am feeling really good at the moment and trying to ride this positive feeling as long as it lasts and not let anything get me down. Current Mood: Positive. Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.

Fall Of Cybertron III: Where’s Poochie.

It is very easy for me to fade away and just get bored of other people and politics when games are played. I’m not even fucking blinking when someone else who I’ve done things for, constantly for months with no rewards suddenly forgets I exist. That’s real easy for me to fucking deal with. Con politics, games, asshole people that don’t pay there Fuckin promises from day one? Don’t call my number. I stepped away from this shit once on my own. I have no fucking problem doing it again. I feel used and betrayed, but for me it was a Tuesday. I suspect jealousy and politics but I also know when to stick a fork in something when it’s done. I’ve got no interest being around anyone that doesn’t want me involved in there little cliques. I mean this thing was fun but from day one it was political. I don’t need stress and drama in my life. I can hang up my Wizard robe and move the fuck on. I did a great job of it on my own anyways. I don’t look amateur hour like the rest of them. And I no longer

Fuel Injected Suicide Machine.

Pissing me off is never a good fucking option. I have a life and I don’t need to make fucking sacrifices for anyone if I choose not to. I’m getting real fed up with simply being expected to do and arrange things so someone else can have a fucking escape. This is starting to become a fucking pattern in my life. Some I choose to do for, but others, when I’m starting to notice a fucking pattern? I’m gone. I will always be gone. The fact I have yet to step foot in England when I have a secondary place to stay should speak volumes in terms of this freindship and how it’s no longer even. I’m sick of things only being halfway when I’m trying with certain fucking people and I can bail and close ranks and not give a flying fuck about anyone anymore when I’m not being treated with respect esp. given to mine and my brothers financial situation. I don’t mind making sacrifices but I’m still going to make sure that my main fucking priorities are taken care of. I’m not going to pretend to keep th

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