[djoh615893]

I have grown weary of what I do for a paycheck. It used to be a profession, and I was excited to get there every day. Now, I have to drag my ass to my truck before 5 a.m. so that I can loathe those around me until quitting time. I go to the tattoo shop and hang out with the Martians there to feel fucking normal while I have a tattoo needle grind away my fucking skin yet again. Then I go home and drink until I'm dizzy. Repeat endlessly. Sometimes I break it up with a bit of jerking off. I hit on the crazy chicks, and then take a secret joy in turning them down when they're down to fuck. I don't need some crazy mental patient throwing molotov bombs through my windows or slashing my tires at the gas station. I stare at the asses of the hot chicks at work, shamelessly. My "fuck you" filter has been broke for a long time. I secretly go through a series of lethal hand2hand takedowns/disarming techniques because I REALLY want to fucking break an arm, crush a throat and gouge out someone's eyeballs in the worst way. I'm not a violent drunk.... I just go to sleep. Somehow, the violent sequences bring on a kind of tranquility after the adrenaline buzz goes away. I speculate that certain personalities are very disgusting to me in a deeply personal way. Being around them is such a drain on my psyche and soul. I hope for a painful terminal illness to afflict all of them......soon.