randomness

so i typed this the other night out of sheer boredom, and i didnt even plan it out! how wonderful

It was barely past noon, and I was already drinking. It was just one of those days; the days where everything that can go wrong, does go wrong, because of Murphy’s laws or something retarded like that, and people tell us about it so we have something to blame our shitty day on. And even though, it’s only been half a day, I can tell that the rest is going to be just as shitty. Don’t ask me how I know; I just do. I was on my lunch break, in a bar, drinking beer as if I was dehydrated. I laughed. If my boss ever found out I was drinking, he’d throw some sort of over the top dramatic fit; the kind where he makes the biggest deal out of the smallest thing possible. I mean Jesus; it wasn’t like I committed murder or anything. Whatever. He’s an uptight jolly do good who I think just needs to get laid. He’s that person that you don’t invite to come to a work party, but if he happens to know about it, you can’t deny him entry without feeling like a bastard. But, I mean he does deserve it somewhat. Just the way he dresses is enough to not like him. He’s that guy that buys brand name designers and tells the whole world about it, like it such a great achievement to spend a couple thousand dollars on a suit, just with the intention of telling the entire world. Just last week he told me all about his custom made Italian suit for what had to have been at least the fiftieth time.

i dont know; it might turn into something, it might not.