I am really cross about the fact that i am most likely going to be sacked, i am 90% certain i had my drink spiked on thursday and i'm still suffering the consequences. So that's why i can't go in to work, it's not that i didn't attempt it, i actually did try but i was pretty much crawling through the isles of Tesco express desperately searching for any form as asprin and threw a massive sick one as soon as i got in the car. More and more i am realizing that I'm just one of those people who wasn't built to work for a living. Now i have one of 3 options, 1. live at home in my room for the rest of my life spending my days searching internet dating sites for someone equally as pathetic as me to have an e-relationship with. 2, somehow become impregnated and sponge off the government. 3, convince someone rich to marry me. Currently i find option 1 the most appealing as my hatred for 95% of humanity grows ever stronger.
I just found a really good postsecret that depicts how i currently feel perfectly, but i don't know how to imgsrc a mac, i really hate macs.
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