"You smell of hospital sex and wendy's"

I love my funny quotes when they're real, whenever I say something like that I say "wow I have to make that a blog title" I'm in quite a foul mood, I just keep taking shit and taking shit man people feel the need to fuck with me , if you've seen anger management it's like the part where jack nicoleson (sp) says "there are two kinds of angry people, explosive and inplosive, explosive is angry customer you see yelling at the cashier for not taking their cupons (sp) implosive is the cashier who remains silent day after day and eventually shoots everyone in the store" I'm the cashier, I take people's shit waay to much, one day I'll snap, until then whatever it's cool, keep fucking with me people, I dare you. Or it's like the penguin on starterupsteve you poke over and over again. Any of these examples will work. You get it. So yeah my title, Erin had sex in the hospital then walked to my house, you can figure it out. Not that hard. Wow I feel like I only post when I'm angry. But man I just, I really need something.. no someone to hit so make a list of people you'd like me to hit, and I'll be there. I'm sick of shit man. AHHHHH *lets off steam* I'll be ok, I'm just angry about like every aspect of life you can think of.. friends... relationship... family... home... money... school (or lack there of) *cries... litterally* I really just want things to go right, no I just want ONE thing to go right, I don't even have anyone to cry on. This is so lame, I'll post one day when I'm actually happy guys but for now that's pretty impossible. I shall organize a program to put all of the human race under a microscope and analize it. L8er.


*current song* Siouxie and the banshees- spellbound