damnit all to hell

phukin christ dude. i typed up my job song, added a few thingz to it, and i just lost it. i phuking hate it when i do that. i went to restart the computer, and didn't save the notepad it waz in. and speaking of... izn't my kewlpad suppozed to be showing up? what the phuk iz this shyt man. listening to machine head, waiting for my mystress to get home. it's 5:55pm, she should be home in like ten minutes. so, i have to retype up my song again, and try to remember what i changed and added. maybe she can type it up. i wish i had more to say. i'm so phuking bored. i hate this shyt. i hate complaining. i hate lozing writingz. i hate typoz. goddamn shyt. you go to hell. you go to hell and you die. 3volve or die. bastard. with my billion dollar gun. i don't know what the phuk i'm talking about. not that anyone readz this shyt. and you phukerz who vizit and don't read, read and don't comment, comment but don't ponder. don't just say something, say something. shut up and talk. lord what foolz theze mortalz be.