Deacon Frost

...run away from here, as far from god, as heaven is wide...

I swear, work is such a major cluster fuck. If I didn't
get paid for being here, there's no fucking way in hell I'd
show up.

Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains.

I finally broke down and bought a printer/scanner for my pc
yesterday. Of course it doesn't fucking work. Now that's
just another hassles to add to my laundry list of shit. I
have to haul it back and try to get another, or my money
back. A lot of work to try to print a fucking letter.

Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains.

Had my doctor's appointment yesterday. Still have to go
back weekly for treatment. Oh, and having dry ice rubbed
on face burns like hell, despite what they say.

Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains.

On the plus side, I also bought a transformer yesterday.
It's one of the new ones that have comes out. It took me
an hour to get it from car to robot. Ages five and up my
ass.