March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 January 2011 February 2011 April 2011 November 2011 January 2012 .

Hurt my wrist at work...feel like I'm about to pop it outta place if i don't start being more careful
i mean i AM being careful but supervisors acting like some pricks talking about "pick up the pace", i ain't tryna get hurt just so billy joe bob can get his box of liquor on time. fuckouttamyface

and i really think i let too much shit slide that 9 times outta 10 the next person would speak up on.
i mean for an example at work, with all the yelling and stuff, anybody else would yell right back at em right? well i just look at the person, nod my head and continue with what i was doing. and i really think that's making me a ticking time bomb and its only a matter of time til that one slip up causes me to explode (no pun) but eh, as long as that day ain't no time soon I'm good.


but anyway, with all that bad shit, KINDA had me feeling down, i just so happened to walk out the door to the mailbox to get the mail....and soon as i opened the door.....BAM



made me think...as bad as shit may seem and may be going....it could be a whole lot worse, so maybe things ain't that bad at all....

peace