Unless His Dreams Involved Being Condescending to People in Parking Lots
Hello and welcome to this entry's third attempt. I hope it's as good for you as it's been stupid for me.
Today is one of those days, I think. Those asshole days that bring bad luck and worse feelings. Tripped going up some stairs. Kicked over a bag of partially-eaten popcorn by accident. Went to the grocery store and forgot my phone and wallet (fuck!, retreat, regroup, once more). Loading the bags into the car I spit my gum out, aiming for the parking lot, which is a completely huge target. Gum flew into one of the bags. That's when I began to suspect today is a dick.
You know what? If I'm underdressed and shivering on a chill, windy day, and you're in full winter uniform, and you smile at me and say, "Cold today, huh?" Guess what? You're a cunt. Did you know that? You're a cunt. You're a cunty old man with a cunty wife and cunty dreams that never came true. Print that out nicely, frame it, hang it on a wall, and put your head through it. You cunt.
Gonna watch Interstella 5555 with Devon soon. Hopefully. If she ever decides to untraitor. Haven't seen it in a long time.
Gonna do some brohanging with Dave soon. Hopefully. If he ever decides to untraitor. Haven't seen him in a long time.
Ha ha, I think my friends may suck.
I've been wanting to write more here. Anyone that's known me for at least a few years knows I fall into silence for months at a time. I'm good at it. I'm also good at promising I'll try to be better at it. Sorry.
I feel like I have more to say but none of it seems relevant. Which is... sort of a depressing realization to come to when writing in one's own blog, ha ha. Later.