Life is already abusing the fuck out of me, and its just not my fault. I just keep staying busy, and getting like 6 hours of sleep usually a night. It appears I am one of the 5 percent of the population of short sleepers, who generally conforms in opion, ambitious, believe sleep is nussiance, care less for remembering dreams, are active, and deny problems and or just stay busy pretending they don't exsist. I think that was it. I don't conform unless I think its cool to, and this all started recently. Seems as though restriction of wheat and dairy products did this to me. I know there is a problem with my income, but I must try and enjoy my situation while I can before it gets worse. I could be, afterall, worried over nothing. My sister, CHunky model who throws lighthining bolts from her thrown of misery, will not come clean up the mess she made. He son trashed my garage and stole one of my x box games, mortal kombat deadly alliance to. That is not model behavior, nor is making hypocritical statements, or smoking blunts. Why the fuck would I bother to respect any opionion or anything she says when she acts like that? "Oh your an attractive fuctional man and if you tried to get a job, I would help you out. What a fuckn idiot. I felt the atmosphere around her, I sensed a blunt, and even though I was not told or smelled anything. She was being nice because of fuckn blunts, yeah and I am the retard. I don't require shit like that for my mood, no offense to anyone here, I mean the kind of shit she does is pitful. If she needs them that bad, go see a fuckn psychiatrist bitch. Now I got to clean it for roomates to come live with me. This town is too crowded, and summer hours are still on. Jobs are not plentiful around here and adequately pay one of my bills. Cable is shut, but don't really watch rerun fuck shit anyway. Meanwhile I have psychotic bullshit of a mom annoying me. All I can do is meditate, and not give up. That will keep my eyes open for way out more concrete than trying for roomates. I don't even like there myself, fuckn drains are too small and easly get clogged, there is little or no signal in my house ffor my cell phone, and there is a rotten sulfur order coming from upstairs. I checked my house, and so I know its not me. The yard is trashed also, and that was upstair's kids. Meditation is my great escape.
NEVER GOING TO GET SEX IF GIVE UP. THAT IS THE OTHER THING, FUCKN WOMEN SWARMING AND I HAVE TO WAIT FOR JESSICA 900 MILES AWAY WITH A SITUATION OF ABSOLUTE HORROR. I AM SO SORRY JESSICA, BUT SHE JUST STILL HANGS ON TO ME. You kidding? she is not going to let me dump her, christ, I tired one time and she started some shit with me. That was fun, I got fuckn off on that one
