warric_k

when I get down on the fact that my favourite female left me for my 23 year old boss, all I do is read a really depressing short story by dostoevsky, drink some hard liquor, listen to some good music, and realize that hey, life is good.

how can life possibly be good when I live in a small dark room that occasionally gets random pools of water, and I work for $8.50 an hour?

my mom gives me money, and my ***** is bigger than my boss', so she always comes back for a taste.