Chicken Shit.

I hate it when that happens.
But it's okay, I guess I could have worse problems.

Errrg...

Bleah...I feel like I've been going through a creative drought. I can't produce anything that's not absofuckinglutley one hundred percent CHICKEN SHIT. I work on something really hard, and then I look back at it and I want to burn it. I can't tell if I'm getting more picky or my work is honestly getting shittier.

Errrg....

Besides a few, I don't like people touching me. I don't like people that insist on hugs every time they see me or do little things like poke me in the rib or grab my hips. If you're a stranger and you fucking grab my hips and try to scare me, I will kill you. You might think it's funny but I won't be funny when someone has to scrape you off the wall with a quarter.

Errrg....

I get angry too easily.