After months of total disarray, I finally found a free time (free time = tiny intervals between sleeping, yapping/gawking at dinner parties and eating) to get a hold of everything, and put it into writing. Breaking down the day’s happenings is a major pain in the...unless something interesting happens.

So today I went at Wal-Mart, and oh yeah..here’s a minor newsflash; the store I work at went out of business. I don‘t know why but the company said something about economizing the smallest stores--I personally suspect those ‘pimped’ psycho stuffed butterball turkeys  were responsible for the tragedy--may their scorched carcass serve as a lesson to coworkers who doesn’t respect holiday finger foods. Ugh, mindless coworkers who make you doubt about purity and decency. It wont surprise me if they were heavily institutionalized when they were children, those sick sons of a b—sorry. I really have a small fuse when it comes to shameless bast—I’ll stop. Talking smack won’t exorcise their evil; in fact, they might be terrorizing another rejected turkey (or poultry of the same nature) at this very moment while I go flood my blog about endless righteousness…I tried persuading Dad to sign me to one of those anger management classes for the sake of the many souls I will eventually meet. Pft. He lectured me again about wasting money into little unnecessary impulses. Oh yeah sure, I get it, if impulses were recently REdefined as cure to a severe blow of mental damage!  The request didn’t work, obviously. And, for the record (although I really hate using the stupid  ‘for the record’ phrase..I know I’m a trainwreck) I’m not referring about my coworkers when I said I need the damn classes, not that I’m so affected by a mere handful of lazy animals! Hah. The second sentence clearly specified about my problem in---STOP!!Oh Lord. What am I turning into? What the eff…ahaha…”EFF”. ..another brilliant contribution into turning this generation’s brains into jell-o. I literally sensed my brain short-circuited. I feel so sorry to anyone who will mistakenly stumble into this page. Actually, I’m not like this, this is just a one-time attack provoked by lack of sleep, which reminds me..I better go blog about whatever I was on about earlier,  but  it’s not like I’m all defensive that I feel the need of explaining myself here..Eighteen years of joyful existence were working against me--especially if you had the luckiest of luck into making acquaintances with jer---OKAY! Goodnight.

P.S. I’ll just write the story tomorrow after proper hygiene and breakfast OR next free time…oh, what bliss.