I sometimes ask myself wether i am capable of murder. and the answer is yes. i am i can and will kill another human being if my life is threatened. right now, my life isn't being threatened. but someone is fucking around with my well being. that means, my happiness has been shat on.

it's 10:30pm monday, in melbourne right now.Sunday morning at 7 am i gave my dealer a call. and he said he would come around later that evening. so i get home and twiddle my fucking thumbs and watch tv. when you want weed, you want weed right? so i wait and wait and fucking wait till 10 pm. so thats over 12 hours of waiting. and then he sends me a message saying he thought he had some at home but he was dry. sorry, he'll come around tomorrow. as a result of no weed, i didn't go to sleep last night.

so i'm up all night on the computer, and then at 12 midday i give him a call. he says i'm playing golf right now, but i'll come around your place later on tonight. well just like yesterday, i wait, and wait and wait and just before, about 15 mins ago, i gave him a call and he said, dude i am dry, i thought i could get some but i couldn't.

i may be a newbie to this weed smoking shit, but i could run a better fucking business with my slanted eyes closed. i don't give a shit that HE couldn't get me the weed. but why the fuck did he say 2 days in a row that he could get me my shit when he couldn't? wtf? 2 days i have been waiitng.

so like i said. i'm sitting here calmly, and then i immediately call him back and ask him if he's sure he's gonna get his supply tomorrow, because if he can't, he has to tell me so i can go and find another source.

and you know what really grinds my gears. all the bitching and swearing and writing and punctuation marks and fucking typos and posts isn't GOING TO BRING ANY FUCKING WEED INTO MY HANDS TONIGHT.

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okay so between this paragraph and the last, half an hour has passed. and i sit here calmly again, the blood is back to it's regular temperature.

sometimes life sucks. i'm over it.
TokinAsianGuy Reviewed by TokinAsianGuy on . I sit here calmly, but my blood i boiling. I sometimes ask myself wether i am capable of murder. and the answer is yes. i am i can and will kill another human being if my life is threatened. right now, my life isn't being threatened. but someone is fucking around with my well being. that means, my happiness has been shat on. it's 10:30pm monday, in melbourne right now.Sunday morning at 7 am i gave my dealer a call. and he said he would come around later that evening. so i get home and twiddle my fucking thumbs and watch tv. when you Rating: 5