Life SUCKS.
Stewart's out of the Chase. I can't f'ing believe it. I'm so pissed off right now. I'm freaking blaming Ryan Newman because it happened right in front of my own two eyes. People on the Speed boards try to argue that that wreck was Tony's fault. IT WASN'T. You don't go freaking bonzo-full boar under the leader to get a lap back when the race is only 1/4 of the way done. Wait for the f'ing caution, you'll get the damn lucky dog and be back on the lead lap. I'm pissed, but I'm still Cale, so I'll say this in capital letters:
EFF EWE SEE KAY!
Oh, and this weekend sucks double since my parents had Miss Kitty put down the other night. Damn. It's going to suck to go home for October break and not have her around.
I'm still kind of speechless at this point. It's like the weekend from Hell. And I've got tons of work to do, too, and I really don't feel like doing any of it now. And I know neither of these things is the end of the world, and that life goes on, but I'm still reserving the right to be angry, upset, and generally not happy.
I'm getting more unhappy as I type this, so I'm heading to bed and hoping that the F1 race in the morning is entertaining, might salvage some of the weekend for me.
EFF EWE SEE KAY!
Oh, and this weekend sucks double since my parents had Miss Kitty put down the other night. Damn. It's going to suck to go home for October break and not have her around.
I'm still kind of speechless at this point. It's like the weekend from Hell. And I've got tons of work to do, too, and I really don't feel like doing any of it now. And I know neither of these things is the end of the world, and that life goes on, but I'm still reserving the right to be angry, upset, and generally not happy.
I'm getting more unhappy as I type this, so I'm heading to bed and hoping that the F1 race in the morning is entertaining, might salvage some of the weekend for me.