Labor Day in Mexico

Jan 01, 2006 19:52

4 years ago if you were to ask me what I thought of mohawks and tattoos and would have said, "I disagree with them, and they're stupid." But now I find myself defending people who have mohawks, are covered in tattoos and piercings, and wear all black. It's taken me the past 4 years of highschool to break me of my parent's conservative parenting ethics. Say there was a legally sanctioned fashion police and my parents were the head of it, everyone would be wearing khakis with neatly tucked in polo shirts and styled hair. And any man above 40 must have his lower torso slowly becoming consumed by his pants.

I just want to go on record saying some of the nicest, coolest people I've met are gay, and if you don't want to allow them to be married then you're an idiot, who needs to play in traffic.

I've become somewhat arrogant. One day my head will surpass my ass.

My friend's dad gave my friend and me a hard time for not hooking up with drunk chicks at the party. Instead of making out with some girl covered in her own vomit and wreaking of vodka, I took adavantage of them in a different way. Secrets. Every curiosity you've ever had towards a girl will be answered in time without any hesitation whatsoever. The ammusement of watching the drunk people is more satisfying than not remembering anything and having a headache in the morning. 4 hours of writing ridiculous songs about Christopher Walken and Chuck Norris, Fight Club, Rocky Horror Picture Show, 1 skateboarding accident, several drunken girl's confessions, a broken couch and 4 hours of Raw vs Smackdown later, and my entrance into 2006 was complete. It was by far the best coming of a new year ever.
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