I'm too exhausted to write what I want.
Suffice it to say I'm going to kick some ass and take some fucking names tomorrow.
My room mate lied to me.
The evil cunt whore that is his ex girlfriend stayed at my apartment.
She stole my parking spot.
A friend of mine fully outted me out of sheer spite.
I'm utterly disillusioned with the people I hang out with in California for the nth time.
I've put up with their bullshit and abuse for far too long.
Writing the whole lot of them off doesn't sound bad currently.
To quote someone from far away and long ago: My name's Chris, I have no home.
I haven't been this mad in a very very long time.