a shout out to everyone who sags their pants
so i really had no idea how talented everyone who sags their pants actually is. the simple fact that you don't fall over every time you take a step is a tribute to your skills, skills that i, apparently, lack. so all that was quite enjoyable, as i proceeded to go asphalt diving, taking out significant quantities of my hip and my shoulder (which really actually was quite painful, baskin, and the simple fact that i wasn't shouting and cursing the entire time i spent in your car is a testament to the fact that i was, in reality, sucking it up quite a bit, you inconsiderate and unempathetic ass).
also, to the members of my senior mystery night group: you totally suck. well most of you do. or some of you do. well one of you the most, another nearly that much, and two who were bearable. the whole anything to win mentality meant that someone was gonna get hurt and, lucky me, i was it. also that whole not winning thing, that was retarded guys. we dressed up, we acted crazy, and then we didn't even get anything for it. i lost my wallet, and got scraped up, all for jack shit (well, for stories i guess; its just those stories involve me being stupid, so they're funny and all, but not quite like the story of winning prom tickets).
which brings me to the next point in my crazy rant. while it was fun to be crazy, it would have also been cool to not sag, to drive around in a hellza cool car, to dress normally, and to not lose a wallet or get scraped up, while winning at the same time. the whole exclusion then not thing was rather uncool, but i'm JUST POINTING THAT OUT, NOT STILL BEING MAD ABOUT IT. i actually had an interesting night, and i really do think you all deserved to win. and now at least, you can save money on prom.
so the searching for my wallet was tight. or rather not. see, my father is the kind of person who's nice and all, but when something bad happens, even if its nobody's fault, or especially if its nobody's fault, then he's a real pain in the ass to be around. he really lacks the ability to just recognize that while, yes, it sucks, and majorly so, there's something to be done so lets just do it and get on with things.
so anyhoo, i'm done with my little rant, and besides, in the end, i'm just out some self respect, some money, a debit card, a drivers license (a helluva lot of conveniences that are really gonna suck to be without), and so what, i didn't win anything. was the point of this event really to win, or to have fun in the process. wait. shit, neither of those happened.
fuck
well, actually i guess the rant ends here, with congrats to my brass and cass buddies, a shame on you to my f3rr47 f08514$ turned kracker whores (great name change guys), and a wish that it could have actually been pretty much the same, just without the injury or the lost wallet (which really, in the end, were the things that gave me the not so rose colored glasses through which to see the events of the afternoon).
so now, i'll relax after this very cathartic ranting, and maybe eat something.
ps. i really hope my wallet isn't actually gone for good, but just misplaced in somewhere can it be found again and returned with everything intact. that would be quite a good thing to have happen after all this.
also, to the members of my senior mystery night group: you totally suck. well most of you do. or some of you do. well one of you the most, another nearly that much, and two who were bearable. the whole anything to win mentality meant that someone was gonna get hurt and, lucky me, i was it. also that whole not winning thing, that was retarded guys. we dressed up, we acted crazy, and then we didn't even get anything for it. i lost my wallet, and got scraped up, all for jack shit (well, for stories i guess; its just those stories involve me being stupid, so they're funny and all, but not quite like the story of winning prom tickets).
which brings me to the next point in my crazy rant. while it was fun to be crazy, it would have also been cool to not sag, to drive around in a hellza cool car, to dress normally, and to not lose a wallet or get scraped up, while winning at the same time. the whole exclusion then not thing was rather uncool, but i'm JUST POINTING THAT OUT, NOT STILL BEING MAD ABOUT IT. i actually had an interesting night, and i really do think you all deserved to win. and now at least, you can save money on prom.
so the searching for my wallet was tight. or rather not. see, my father is the kind of person who's nice and all, but when something bad happens, even if its nobody's fault, or especially if its nobody's fault, then he's a real pain in the ass to be around. he really lacks the ability to just recognize that while, yes, it sucks, and majorly so, there's something to be done so lets just do it and get on with things.
so anyhoo, i'm done with my little rant, and besides, in the end, i'm just out some self respect, some money, a debit card, a drivers license (a helluva lot of conveniences that are really gonna suck to be without), and so what, i didn't win anything. was the point of this event really to win, or to have fun in the process. wait. shit, neither of those happened.
fuck
well, actually i guess the rant ends here, with congrats to my brass and cass buddies, a shame on you to my f3rr47 f08514$ turned kracker whores (great name change guys), and a wish that it could have actually been pretty much the same, just without the injury or the lost wallet (which really, in the end, were the things that gave me the not so rose colored glasses through which to see the events of the afternoon).
so now, i'll relax after this very cathartic ranting, and maybe eat something.
ps. i really hope my wallet isn't actually gone for good, but just misplaced in somewhere can it be found again and returned with everything intact. that would be quite a good thing to have happen after all this.