|chiggers belong under your skin, not metal
||[Mar. 6th, 2005|11:43 am]
|||||rolling stones - aftermath||]|
i got this metal splinter under my skin in the spot between your thumb and your pointer finger. i think i need to take a razor blade to it to get it out. oooh it's gonna be a wonderful tea party.
i just had the flu. it sucks. i had to miss my possible last tattoo appointment. goddamn i just wanna finish my sleeve.
money spent thus far on my tattoo 1550.
and it's worth every penny.
if i ever get a digital camera i'll bless you all with photography.
the only problem is that i need more.
i'm getting mucho tired of college
either the professor is cool...or a complete dick. the dicks are starting to piss me off, wasting my time on bullshit i don't need to know. so i'll probably finish my associates degree. fuck them. i can learn on my own time. ten times cheaper and better than they'll ever teach.
i mean when you get to the point where your math teacher bugs the room to find out how the class feels about things...you know that you just need to leave.
how creepy is that, bugging your fucking classrom?
what to do when you know the teacher bugged the room.
talk lots of shit on the teacher when he's away. just so you can see him almost cry when he reenters the classroom. how i passed with a B i'll never know.
probably because he couldn't give it away because it's gotta be illegal somehow.
way to fuck yourself dumbass.
got another raise, finally broke that double digit pay barrier. which is perfectly fine with me. hell i get to run into stuff with a forklift. it's every man's dream.