Sometimes it seems like nothing can get done unless I'm alone. Yet, when I'm alone I don't want to do shit, so all in all, nothing ever gets done. Is this because I'm getting older, or cuz I have too much on my plate? Is screaming and running through my world going to solve anything? It might make me feel better! Fuck... a whole lot better. Everyone would understand, right? Or, let's see, I could slam my car into the fucking retard in front me who doesn't know what the god damn speed limit is. That would feel incredible. I guess, I have to follow the rules like everyone else, until someone sends me over the limit... hmm who will it be? Until then, I'll just show up to work early and have my 30 minutes of peace and quiet. And anyone who calls in sick better be real close to me and call me on my cell, cuz I'm not picking up the fucking work phone until 7am. Just cuz everyone knows I'm here, doesn't mean I'm working. So suck my dick. Holla ;) (It's Friday the 13th... maybe that's why I'm a little off).