AssFace
01-20-2001, 07:06 AM
Today the clouds rolled away here in houston. I woke up refreshed with a little stream of light hitting my face. "What a day" i thought. Fucking wrong, was I. So i get in the shower and begin my daily whack. Nothing. i just couldn't get anything out of him. Fucking betrayer. He'll Pay.
Breakfast was shitty. All the golden grahams are gone. I had to settle for a glass of warm milk from my stale refridgerator. God i hate this shithole apartment. Time to go to work and already i can feel nothing good will come from this day. I'm fifteen minutes late... but i really want some coffee. My coffee at the office tastes like something that hsould drip from a car. It's thick but it almost has a watery look. Like when you open refied beans and there's that water at the very top. What a fucking mean illusion. So the 7-11 get's me perked up with their ever-so-convenient coffee. they were out of cigarettes. What kind of fucked up 7-11 is OUT of cigarettes. Fucking honkies.
I'm now 20 minutes late. The boss will have my ass if i don't sneak in. Success. Or so i thought. "Mr. ***** Please come to my office. That stupid flamboyent voice from my phone. I want to bludgeon this fucker with my docs. i already know what's coming. we all knew when it was our time. So as a last act od defiance i smoke my last cigarette while giving a salute to my good buddy scott. it's a long walk. They're all staring at me. You can't smoke in here. I can just feel security rising in the elevator two floors below. Mr. ******* what an asshole. Why do i have to answer to some fuck who got this job from his daddy with no qualifications for a managerial position? Fuck this. i don't need this, it's such a sunny day. I should be at galveston swimming. I should have called in sick. I shouldn't have even left my apartment. Mr *******'s office. The threshold of hell. With half a cigarette still i enter. I hope the dog shit on my docs get all over his fabulous rugs and shag carpeting.
"i think you know why you're here" he said as he non0shalantly lit up a no-doubt illegal cuban cigar. I'd like to ram it up his ass.
"i'd like to ram that up your ass"
Flattery will get me nowhere. His little smirk made me just want to destroy his office. And throw him out his window. Open you're fucking blinds mister boss man. What a day.
"this is the nineteenth time we've had to deal with you coming in late. We have no choice but to let you go."
The little white bead of spittle on each end of his lips makes me want to go into a mad dgo fit of rage. I'd like to just let go and not look back, i'd like to get the glock out of my car and come up to his office and see who smirks then.
Boxes of my belongings were nicely set aside my desk not ten minutes after i lef tit for his office. I stole the computer. Maybe i'll get in trouble, who knows. It's so sunny. Shit like this doesn't happen on days so beautiful. only an hour and a half after i had woken up to such a fine day, i'm back at home. The little red light blinking on my phone. What doom awaits in this message?
"*****, scott called. I heard what happened. I don't know how to tell you this... I just can't stay with someone who has no direction. This is very hard for me and i do love you. I'll come in a couple days to get my things. I'm so sorry." *click*
What a day.
All i can do is drive. nothing else seems much fine anymore. I drive by these nasty little teenagers with nice camaros that their daddies bought them. The cream of our society. Leeches off the ass of humanity. I want to just destory something. I want to veer right into that camaro and see if i can put a dent in that kids life. So i drive further. The sun still shining. As if trying to taunt me. I want to destroy the sun. I'm out of gas. I'm on the state line. I should have never left the apartment.
WAlking to agas station and not knowing how far or near it is can be a deeper experience than you think. no meditation by a tree. no relaxing breathing. Hopelessness. Unknowing. Fearless. This is an awakening. a few clouds linger in the sky. one covers the sun. Finally that thing can leave me alone. it's freezing. I can't feel my arms. "am i almost there? Will i ever get there?" the single cloud passes. the sun is out again. A smile crept across my face. At least i'm alive. They must have thought i was crazy. Such a strange sight. A man skipping along with a gas can. Things'll be okay. I can always work at taco bell. I should have left that bitch years ago.
Thank god for the sun.
What a day.
AssFace needs a new job.
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Breakfast was shitty. All the golden grahams are gone. I had to settle for a glass of warm milk from my stale refridgerator. God i hate this shithole apartment. Time to go to work and already i can feel nothing good will come from this day. I'm fifteen minutes late... but i really want some coffee. My coffee at the office tastes like something that hsould drip from a car. It's thick but it almost has a watery look. Like when you open refied beans and there's that water at the very top. What a fucking mean illusion. So the 7-11 get's me perked up with their ever-so-convenient coffee. they were out of cigarettes. What kind of fucked up 7-11 is OUT of cigarettes. Fucking honkies.
I'm now 20 minutes late. The boss will have my ass if i don't sneak in. Success. Or so i thought. "Mr. ***** Please come to my office. That stupid flamboyent voice from my phone. I want to bludgeon this fucker with my docs. i already know what's coming. we all knew when it was our time. So as a last act od defiance i smoke my last cigarette while giving a salute to my good buddy scott. it's a long walk. They're all staring at me. You can't smoke in here. I can just feel security rising in the elevator two floors below. Mr. ******* what an asshole. Why do i have to answer to some fuck who got this job from his daddy with no qualifications for a managerial position? Fuck this. i don't need this, it's such a sunny day. I should be at galveston swimming. I should have called in sick. I shouldn't have even left my apartment. Mr *******'s office. The threshold of hell. With half a cigarette still i enter. I hope the dog shit on my docs get all over his fabulous rugs and shag carpeting.
"i think you know why you're here" he said as he non0shalantly lit up a no-doubt illegal cuban cigar. I'd like to ram it up his ass.
"i'd like to ram that up your ass"
Flattery will get me nowhere. His little smirk made me just want to destroy his office. And throw him out his window. Open you're fucking blinds mister boss man. What a day.
"this is the nineteenth time we've had to deal with you coming in late. We have no choice but to let you go."
The little white bead of spittle on each end of his lips makes me want to go into a mad dgo fit of rage. I'd like to just let go and not look back, i'd like to get the glock out of my car and come up to his office and see who smirks then.
Boxes of my belongings were nicely set aside my desk not ten minutes after i lef tit for his office. I stole the computer. Maybe i'll get in trouble, who knows. It's so sunny. Shit like this doesn't happen on days so beautiful. only an hour and a half after i had woken up to such a fine day, i'm back at home. The little red light blinking on my phone. What doom awaits in this message?
"*****, scott called. I heard what happened. I don't know how to tell you this... I just can't stay with someone who has no direction. This is very hard for me and i do love you. I'll come in a couple days to get my things. I'm so sorry." *click*
What a day.
All i can do is drive. nothing else seems much fine anymore. I drive by these nasty little teenagers with nice camaros that their daddies bought them. The cream of our society. Leeches off the ass of humanity. I want to just destory something. I want to veer right into that camaro and see if i can put a dent in that kids life. So i drive further. The sun still shining. As if trying to taunt me. I want to destroy the sun. I'm out of gas. I'm on the state line. I should have never left the apartment.
WAlking to agas station and not knowing how far or near it is can be a deeper experience than you think. no meditation by a tree. no relaxing breathing. Hopelessness. Unknowing. Fearless. This is an awakening. a few clouds linger in the sky. one covers the sun. Finally that thing can leave me alone. it's freezing. I can't feel my arms. "am i almost there? Will i ever get there?" the single cloud passes. the sun is out again. A smile crept across my face. At least i'm alive. They must have thought i was crazy. Such a strange sight. A man skipping along with a gas can. Things'll be okay. I can always work at taco bell. I should have left that bitch years ago.
Thank god for the sun.
What a day.
AssFace needs a new job.
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