Confessions from the Killer Mime Cult

so late nite at the old pc bang yet again. im back on one of my life is meaningless stages. went out with rachelle and jen for a drink and talking. and talking and talking. i swear that rachelle could talk the ass off of a stone monkey. i just felt this wierd moment where jen said something and i felt some kind of spark, but i wasn't sure if i was making it up, and then we walked to this other bar, and i wanted to talk to her, because i really enjoy it, but she ended up talking to this other person, and i felt unloved and unwanted and all of that crap. by the way, im drunk and i have a cold. i wrote a rather biligerent e-mail to pili but luckily even wen wasted i hav sum common sens. im just a monkey chained to an organ grinder's lap, i'll dance for you, i'll dance for you, and you quietly clap. today at work, boss woman come up real big and say, 'yo, we losing students, dig, you fault, reflects on the teachers too.' Bitch. She don't ever say, hey you're doing a really good job, but you could work on this. Yeah, that was my whole immitation of other people's crappy blogs. At least mine's somewhat grammatical. Check you later sensei.