I stink so bad right now. . i can see it on my hands right now. . i am so grouse. anyway. the first nightmare i can remember is when i was about 8 ish. or so .. i was running from zombies.. then my aunt patricia got turned into a zombie. .. it was to the point when i was running from everyone.. evry one was a zombie.. mr T was a zombie.. he was trying to kill me too. i ran all over some blnk white place.. then i ran into a phone booth.. and then zombie mr t and every other zombie gathered around and was trying to eat me.. then i woke up.
i just got to lauren 's house. i think i am doomed to ever liking a place that i work at. this is another clasic "easyest job in the world" senarios. i go in when i want , leave when i want, .. drink if i want (though i havent been since i am trying to contoll my alcholisum) and yet.. i am misserable at work now. what the fuck! i hate my life. i am so fucking dumb. all i want is to be happy.. and i should be.. but i'm not.. what the fuck.. its not like i am being chased be Zombie wrestelers.!
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