Well Now, Wasn't That Fun?
There are some really fucked up people in this world. Like the guy who one day looked at a horse for a while, and then said "Know what? I think I could make glue out of this!" The same thing with the people who wanted to blow up stuff in Canada with cow manure, and then behead Stephen Harper. Actually, I can't help but laugh at that last one. No doubt people are going to try to rake me over the coals for that, saying that I shouldn't take my freedom for granted like that. But I think that taking freedom for granted and laughing about it are two different things. Laughter is a by-product of freedom. I laugh at the futile attempts of terrorists to fuck up my life. I don't really know how much clearer I can be about my views than that.
Arlene has my cell....crap. Dad has the car.....fuck.
Well there goes my productive afternoon of drinking downtown. And by the way, I heard something that made me laugh my balls off. I was told that I shouldn't go for this one girl that I had my eye on for a while because "she's way too good for [me]". HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! What? Because I'm not earning a six-digit income or some shit? Golddiggers.......there's a shitload of them out there. Chivalry is dead, and women slaughtered it.
This has become more of a psychological venting area to release any feelings of bitterness and cynicism. All in the name of keeping the facade of being the nice, happy-go-lucky Andy you all know and love.
I think I'm getting that white knight syndrome again.
Arlene has my cell....crap. Dad has the car.....fuck.
Well there goes my productive afternoon of drinking downtown. And by the way, I heard something that made me laugh my balls off. I was told that I shouldn't go for this one girl that I had my eye on for a while because "she's way too good for [me]". HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! What? Because I'm not earning a six-digit income or some shit? Golddiggers.......there's a shitload of them out there. Chivalry is dead, and women slaughtered it.
This has become more of a psychological venting area to release any feelings of bitterness and cynicism. All in the name of keeping the facade of being the nice, happy-go-lucky Andy you all know and love.
I think I'm getting that white knight syndrome again.