pissed off thursday
It’s pissed off Thursday. Got my salary but most of it went to dog food and bills. I went home, cleaned the house, and went out again to Tomas Morato to meet the boyfriend. I could feel stress crawling like worms inside me. I need a bonggang-bonggang massage. But you see here’s the weird thing. I’m still looking for things to be pissed about like I want to finally push that detonator and blow myself to smithereens.