I'm not jolly.

Don't let the sun go down on your grievances
Respect love of the heart over lust of the flesh
Do yourself a favor: become your own savior
And don't let the sun go down on your grievances
And when you wake up in the morning
You'll have a brand new feeling
And you'll find yourself healing
So don't let the sun go down on your grievances

And yet if you find yourself in the dark
And you're left holding the bag
Then take care of it right away
And don't let the sun go down on your grievances again

Sometimes you might want to give up
But keep that chin up
Cause you're gonna find
You're gonna find
Sometimes you might be alone
But don't feel lonely
'Cause you're gonna find
You're gonna find
So don't let the sun go down on your grievances

Start each day with a clean slate
You'll feel better if you can shake off all that hate
And don't forget to forgive and forget
And don't let the sun go down on your grievances

Don't let the sun go down on your grievances
Everybody!
Respect love of the heart over lust of the flesh
Sing it!
Do yourself a favor: Become your own savior
And don't let the sun go down on your grievances

i meant everyone around me

i'm hiding in my office with the door locked smoking blunts and these newports which i'm beginning to enjoy while all these people are in my apt merrymaking.
actually i don't have anything to bitch about as long as no one tries to come in here...if they do, shit's gonna hit the fan


edit
i just coughed up a piece of donut and water through my nose

WHAT THE FUCK

I believe that may make my list of top ten posts of all time.

That wasn't bad.
Certainly something to complain about.

The wankers at Queen Elizabeth Hall ripped up my Keiran Hebden & Steve Reid ticket, I was looking forward to displaying that proudly on my wall.

The windows in my kitchen have been slightly ajar for the past half a year. We never get creepy-crawlies. Tonight however I go in and it is filled with literally thousands of fruit flies. Why, why now?

There is a cigarette burn hole in the middle of this bed's comforter.

Ghetto hotel.

my boobs hurt.

The summer weather is killing me.
A day without sun is a day without pain.
Horrible, horrible solar pain.

i don't have boobs :(

for the right price i'll cut mine off and send them to you in a box.

i hate saturdays now, i have to work from 5 til 10 in the evening, ruins my whole day, i skip dinner and i am generally in the worst mood of the week right now

on ice? i don't want them to shrivel up while shipping.

My best friend's neice's uncle woke up in a bathtub full of ice after a night of hard drinking and had his boobs cut off.

i hate job searching.

i hate job searching.

i hate job searching.

tits on ice. all yours.

Yeah.

How much do you want for the nipples?

My aunt's cat had to be put to sleep today and I've been losing my hair unnaturally excessive amounts lately, which means I probably have some kind of hideous deadly desease.