It is not in my job description,,that I have to be interested in people’s shit.
I don’t want people to be either interested or involved in my shit, when you talk..I go somewhere else in my mind.
I have to get away from you.
You don’t understand.
You can’t hear yourself.
You can’t…
I can summarize for you.
And they would have to pay me much more,, if I was expected to listen to your shit.
Not just that..but CARE?
I’m supposed to CARE?
Think about what has come out of your stupid,inbred face …
I’m supposed to care?
Care ??
You can’t be serious..
Can’t be 🤣🤣
You’re out of your fucking mind 🤣🤣
If you think that’s my responsibility.
To be involved..with your shit 🤣🤣
Oh that’s rich.
I’ll say 🤣🤣
It’s only eight hours a day, we’ll be dead eventually,, let’s just get through it,ok?
Think you can handle that 😉?
Think you got it in you? 😄😄
Alright then.
Blow me.
Better yet, just leave me alone,let me do the task.
I’m going to play with my music stuff, this weekend, clean it up organize do some planning. That type of stuff..
How much eye contact do you like?
A little, or a lot?
One of those things, I have a hard time telling, I always have had a hard time telling.
I want to fight.
I want to hurt someone.
And get hurt!
Mostly it’s about getting hurt.
Just for a change of pace✌️
Stereo input \ stereo output..
Need to be hurt, just to wake up…
You can see the logic.
I need my face rocked!
Without a police report or impact to my permanent criminal record, nothing that could impact employment.
Maybe I’ll just run into a telephone pole..
No one is at work today, everyone is taking it easy, and someone is buying tacos for lunch…
A bad day to kill yourself.
The wrong day for suicide, it’s the wrong tone..
Punch in the face.
Smack smack.
Scooby Doo mother fucker….
Scooby Doo.
Fuck that shit, Don’t tell me what the fantasize about.
Don’t tell me what I want.
I’ll kill you.
(despite all my rage 🎶🎵)
dawn 