I can't stand girls with hairy legs, sorry but I just can't stand it.

I don't shave for a week anyway...

either can i, hence the waxing. you only need to do it less than once a week.

I'll do it tomorrow if I have time, because it looks bad when you work ina bakery and you get all hairy.

my teeth are chattering and i'm shivering.

and my forehead is bleeding for some reason.

its stigmata Cantankerous, go to your local priest.

Kegmama try and cheer up man, I hate it when I can't sleep and I am too fucking tired.

no, those wounds already healed.

I'm nursing a hangover along with a sore wrist and knee from stacking a skateboard whilst wasted in the early hours of this morning. I have cracker bones.

i've only ever broken one bone.

my feet are cold.
maybe a pair of socks could help getting me out of this sad situation.
besides that,i put salt in my tea this morning and it freaked me out i wanted to buy a punchingball and maybe later i will,now i have to pee so see ya all,i can't wait for this week-end to arrive.i am going mad.and it's nooooo goooooood.

I hate my job :(

im lost in the sauce once again

the baby in the flat upstairs wakes me up crying for hours every morning and the parents seem to do nothing to console it.

my godamn flat mates hog the internet connection so i cant get on when i want.

Maybe some moisturizing cream will help for your itching skin. Something natural, that isn't perfumed.

I think I'm getting the flu.

I am having to take out a loan from my 401K because my ex wife did not make the car payment and my Camry got reposessed. that fucking SUCKS

lots of girls bruise easily. i mean almost every girl i know says she gets bruises and has no idea where she got them. all exept one and we all know where she got them.

ok back to bitching. on the train, four seats facing eachother and people sit on the outside seat so you cant get to the window seat. when you try to get by they look at you like you ruined their day. aaaaahhhhhh i hate them.

me too, i wanna job where i am in a room and no body comes in or out all day to bother me, could'nt give a fuck what i'm doin in the room... just no one bothering me... my boss's voice echos thru my head like a drunk girl at a house party that WILL NOT STOP CRYING.

I mean he's a nice bloke and all, just calls time and time again...Jerry....JERRY
which is funny cuz my work mate name is Derry and sometimes i let him call me a load of times before i answer and say..."sorry, i thought u ment Derry" by this time its blood pressure thru the roof and his cheeks redden.. that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

i feel really sick and ill and i don't want to go to school tomorrow but my mother will never let me stay at home.

I have nothing to complain about and consider myself lucky. Well, sometimes it can be a bit, y'know, hard being such a fantastic person. But I survive as best I know how.