I reached in without turning off the meat slicer at work..and I paid for it. 4 or 5 stitches. Some Vicodin, and a nice little thingy around my left middle finger. FUCK its throbbing, oh well though.
I guess me and the slicer are no longer dating..that cold bitch.
So I's got a new job. Started that today, did some prep stuff. One of the Guys, Earl he was awesome showed me how to make the dressings we make. Got me on the line making food. Its such easy stuff, I mean the most difficult thing is not burning the sautee. But yeah, found out that all the women at work think my roomate is creepy as fuck rofl. I love em though. He's my best friend. Look him up, I think its still active...LoupGarou
Anyway, left work, a bird crapped blackberry on my shirt...had to take it off luckily for all drivers I was wearing another one. Damn birds, next time i bring a B.B. Gun!!!! And create a stuffed Bird army!!!
I'm feeling a loss of myself.
You are not here, in mind, or spirit.
My friend, I miss you.
Please take me as I am, and what I offer.
I'm emptier without you around.
Wasn't I good for you?
You beautiful soul, to know you're gone...
it is torture, to be without your smile,
laughter ringing still in these ears.
Chamber the pistol, and end it for me.
This lethargy weighs down my muscles,
the loss of you is diminishing parts of me.
Won't you see, how important you ARE.
I'm stubborn you see, I won't accept this.
To lose such a wonderful friend.
Shattered, brushed aside, I won't do that to you.
Slam the book down on my hand,
I won't let this chapter close.
Not with so many unwritten pages.
I have broken your heart, now you left the seed.
To the plant, that is slowly draining mine.
I'm flailing, in this suffocating ether.
Without a guiding light you abandoned me.
Abandoned a friendship hardly started.
I miss you, and its not wrong..Its not Ashley.
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