Friday, August 10, 2001
i don't want to blog, i don't know why. i don't want to think, i don't want
to do anything. i just suck. that is what is going on right now with me.
i want to drink away my sorrows. i wish i had something other than boot or
beer, but i don't, so i just want to drown it all away. and i don't want to
be at work. but i am in trouble at work. this week has been a bad week. i
skipped one day, ryan skipped 2. we took too late of a lunch one day, and
left early one day, and got called out on all of it. our bad, it was bad,
we feel bad, bad bad bad. what can i say, we are blowing it, but we don't
care.
i am turning into everything i hate. i complain about everything. i am
turning into a bitter, bitter little man, and i have no reason to be one.
why must i complain. i have things perfect, why must i complain?
to do anything. i just suck. that is what is going on right now with me.
i want to drink away my sorrows. i wish i had something other than boot or
beer, but i don't, so i just want to drown it all away. and i don't want to
be at work. but i am in trouble at work. this week has been a bad week. i
skipped one day, ryan skipped 2. we took too late of a lunch one day, and
left early one day, and got called out on all of it. our bad, it was bad,
we feel bad, bad bad bad. what can i say, we are blowing it, but we don't
care.
i am turning into everything i hate. i complain about everything. i am
turning into a bitter, bitter little man, and i have no reason to be one.
why must i complain. i have things perfect, why must i complain?
