Who am I? What do I do?
You’re the pain in the ass I’m supposed to call.
What’s the name of your favorite novel you wrote?
Ah which one?
When do I develop a title?
I always do at the end.
Right you see I have this story with no title, am I doing it right?
What are you thinking of?
Are you jacked? What do you look like with your shirt off? Fuck my life.
Hurry up or get the fuck out of my way
MOVE or I’ll make you move I’ve already planned out every scenario in my head
WTF did you call me!?
It’s one thing to say my name wrong, another to give me a nickname without asking me if anyone calls me it! You have a death wish? I’ll plan your funeral Kenny. Not your name? HAHA piss off.
“Hi, how are you?”
“How was your day?”
BLAH BLAH BLAH. Enough with the fucking small talk. I don’t like you. I don’t want to speak to you. Fact, I don’t like anyone in this dump. It kills and drains my soul having to be fake nice to you mindless kissasses.
‘Why do you leave early?’
Because I don’t want to fucking be here. It’s also bullshit I’m constantly early and none of you idiots can be on time.
‘My friend I think you need to let me fuck you, you’re obviously not happy’
HAHAHAHA. I already fucked you numerous times in the past. It’s not life changing. I don’t have issues there. And I wondered why you’re still single — not.
Sometimes I wish I was single
I’m basically alone it’s too much work listening to a big whineass everyday
And no that’s not why I’m like the way I am so piss off