put a muzzle on the lamb

it was weird getting lectured by the cleaning lady at work about my drinking. the woman i work with, kerry, said she thinks i’ve gotten “better” since she started…i dunno, i thought i was going down hill….

i really have had it with life. ive decided to nest myself up in whatever apartment i can make for myself. i really just need to move out to the woods….this whole society thing has been great but i’m just not cut out for this. i’ve gone completely backwards in my life goal…i’m around more people, more christians……it’s fucked….i really don’t care what people believe…..fairy guy with beard in sky….i don’t care…..just accept the fact that i believe in aliens. and they will send me to hell if i don’t follow their rules.

the aliens made me drink, let me out of these fucking handcuffs.

do you know who i am?

it’s weird that on the other side of the planet people are conspiring to kill because their god wills it and i’m sitting on the other side and i want to kill them because they don’t believe in aliens? with the aliens on my side, who can be against me *puts on sunglasses*