The sucky thing about manic-depressiveness is the wobblyness of it all. up and down up and down up and down. i hate grad school. i hate spending time working on school stuff. i don’t need it. i got a fucking job. it ain’t making me no more smarter (snicker). i hate wasting my time when i could be on a beach somewhere fucking getting drunk on pina coladas. cranky cranky me. i need hugs. i need bodies rubbing against me. preferable bodies slick with hawaiian tropics coconut deep tanning lotion. snicker. oohhhh i feel so wicked. the moon must be full. i turned 41 on wednesday. my wife got me a year’s ticket for the super big mega lottery. that’s 104 draws. i fucking hope i win. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh that feels good. oh yeah feels real good just to say fuck. i think that is my favorite word. i guess i better make this a friends only entry. i am gonna get in trouble by the snoopers. fuck fuck fuck i wanna fuck all night fuck fuck fuck.
oh yeah i am sick of being so nice and good all the time. the evil sreak must come out every once in a while. fuck it. it is loose.