Archive for October, 2001»
Okay… so you want a new fuckin’ high heat life? Well here ya go bitch-ass… Let’s start it off right though. I fuckin’ hate… no. HATE… being sick. So I’ve just been kinda chillin’, hopin’ that I can get better. Monday, I felt fuckin’ peachy keen ’til about 6:30 that night when that little fuckin’ minx Satan herself decided that she’d torment me yet again. That’s when the migraine started that just FINALLY went the fuck away today. Anywho… It’s come to my attention that it’s about fucking time that I did something about all these wonderful little problems running around doin’ jumpin’ jacks and shit inside my head. So my resolution is simply this… I’m reverting back to the golden rule itself, but I’m changin’ it a little for that extra Sosa-licious flavoring. Instead of, “Do unto others as you would have done unto you.” Mine goes a little somethin’ like this… “Do unto other as they HAVE done unto you.” So, if you’ve contributed to Sosa’s life becoming veritable raging inferno of shit that it’s managed to turn into. Brace yourselves, and prepare to fucking reap the whirlwind. Cuz Sosa’s sick of a lot of shit, and I’m sick of fuckin’ takin’ it with a grain of salt. So how’s about I take that salt truck and start by drivin’ it straight up the dark princess’ ass. Because right about now, I’m thinkin’ that’s probably the best course of action. For my friends, you guys are all good in my book. Each and every one of you. For certain other people, like my ex… It’s about time to trim the fat. So I’m steppin’ up to the fuckin’ plate. After all, the only way I can be happy with my life is if I fuckin’ do somethin’ to take it back and make it mine again. So, from a Sosa that’s been sick for a couple days and has had some time to reflect, this is where it ends. I’m sick of worrying and driving myself insane trying to make someone who I don’t even really care about happy. I’ve moved on, but just like what was said by Al Pacino in the Godfather Part III, “Everytime I get out. THEY PULL ME BACK IN!” So it’s time for me to give Melissa that little kiss, tell her that she broke my heart, and have her knocked out of my life by some of my hired goons. Well, that’s enough venting for today. Sorry if this one’s not as funny, but it’s a column about my life dammit. So anyway… lata all. =)