365days2maim

Work has been slow lately. I'm thinking of qutting, but finding a new job is a real hassle. Moreover all sorts of "minority" groups have been coming in lately, and thier phones make me want to shoot myself in the face. Why can't the fucking niggers get regular phones that don't beep every time you want to talk? Whatever, I just work there.

I don't even want to talk about anything else. Too much is going on right now.

My younger brother just told me that he signed up with the Air Force today. I told him he was a retard, and that if he wanted to throw his life away in Iraq like K, D and S that was fine with me, but I didn't want to know about it.

I remember mom bringing him home from the hospital and I was three and a half. He's my baby brother, how the fuck can I protect him from the big kids on the playground now? Those damn sand niggers will kill him and not even think about the fact he's got a family, a fiance, a baby on the way, brothers, sisters, friends. A life. He's only 18.

So I was clicking through some random girls journal and commented anonymously, because at that point I hadn't made my journal yet. it was a post about getting raped. Apparently she was raped and got wicked upset and thought I was the guy who raped her incognito or something. I feel like a dick, but what can I do.

I'm so good at making friends lately. J called me today and talked about killing another camel. He's getting scary the way he talks about killing stuff. I know he likes it, but I'm not sure if I want to go hunting with him or not when he comes back, I have to say I don't think I can trust him anymore. It's a scary thought that one of my five best friends from highschool has gone crazy with the power that killing a man gives someone. Maybe we'll scare up some large raccoons and have some fun with them when he gets back, take the edge off of things for him. Not like they're people.

Met up with my buddies last night. We went out drinking, picked up a couple of girls, went off roading a bit. I have to say the summer is awesome. And beer is great too.

Hooray beer!

Fucking work. I'm so sick of the mentaly retarded woman I work with. If I was more merciful I'd get a cun and shoot her, but somehow I like to watch her suffer. I jsut wish I didnt' ahve to work with her.