Sol Badguy

 I see everyone talking about this truth bullshit and how much trouble it caused.  Heh.  You should just fuckin tell the truth all the time anyway.

Stop being a bunch of pansies and hiding from things, shit.  That especially goes for the boy.  

Are you having fun hiding behind your new boyfriend, boy?

 Heh.  This is jsut too rich.  It seems like everyone is telling the truth. Even me.  But, what can I say... I should have fucked the boy when I had the chance.  He was practically begging for it.  Laying there with his legs wide open like that.  I think he should be off saying Hail Mary's.

At the party he was hanging around some guy named Cliff.  At least he wasn't short like the Kliff I knew.  This Cliff was better looking too.  Heh, nice muscles.  He didn't seem to like me.  Must have heard something from Ky.

The boy bitches about every little thing.  So he probably bitched about me.  Just a bit obsessive really.

Where the hell is Axl.  He usually falls on me by now.  He owes me a Record too.

 Heh.  So a kid passed out today because I made him run twenty laps.......around the district.  I can't help it.  He was being obnoxious in class, I couldn't kick his ass, so I had to do the next best thing.

Oh well.  They can all bite me.

 So.  I found out my damn job.  I'm supposed to teach some sniveling snot nose brats how to stay in shape.  "Physical Education" teacher.  Can, I kill something now or later?

I don't think I care enough to be called Mr. Badguy either, what the fuck is that.  It makes me sound old. Not that I'm not hundreds of years old already .  Screw that shit, I wonder if I can just quit.

 

And I live next to the tea drinking pansy.  Great.

I have the fuckin feeling that there is a tea drinking, pussy loving, flower smelling, blonde bimbo around.

My life just got more annoying.

 What the hell is up with this place.  I might as well be sitting on my thumb and fucking spinning.  There is absolutely nothing to do here.  I went out into those supposed Monster Fields.  Bullshit, that's what those are.  Fighting a giant Mushroom with Teeth is not what I call a challenge.

And where the hell is the record store?  I'd liek to lsiten to decent music.  Not this instrumental shit.
Whatever, I'm done.

So I'm still in this fucking place doing fucking nothing.  It's fucking annoying I can't even find a good record to play.

But, one good thing... I haven't seen Ky or fucking Axel.  As long as he doesn't pop up....

Day One in this hell hole.

First this asshole rants on about jobs and housings.  Like I give a shit about that.   And then, I get more shit about other crap that I really don't care about.  What the hell ever.

I just want to take a shower and go to fucking bed.

This is a test, bitches.