i ain't no god damned son of a bitch
The worst thing about holidays is when you get back to wherever you came from, everybody always asks how it was, because people feel the need to make stupid small talk. I know, I'm totally guilty of it too. Everytime I do it I say to myself, "Fuck you, ass. Why are you perpetuating the cycle?" But then I do it anyway. But come on... listen, it was like any other fucking day except there was more food and family intereaction. What could have happened? Seriously. "Hey, how was Thanksgiving?" "Well, I got drunk and passed out on the hood of my car and my friends drove me around the town with my dink hanging out everywhere." Blah blah blah. If something cool/interesting happened I would bring it up and tell it without being asked.
I changed my major to Marketing last week. It was TV production before that, for anyone who didn't know. I'm feeling more confident with it... I never really felt any sort of connection to TV/Video, it was just something to go on since I hated everyfuckingthing in High School.
Is anyone else aware that the Yakuza is the fucking coolest organization in the world? They're a semi-legitimate crime syndicate! Talk about the best. The government is AFRAID of them! Man, screw the guinea mafia, I ain't joining that no more, it's Yakuza time.
"Fuckin' Nawthern monkeys..."
I changed my major to Marketing last week. It was TV production before that, for anyone who didn't know. I'm feeling more confident with it... I never really felt any sort of connection to TV/Video, it was just something to go on since I hated everyfuckingthing in High School.
Is anyone else aware that the Yakuza is the fucking coolest organization in the world? They're a semi-legitimate crime syndicate! Talk about the best. The government is AFRAID of them! Man, screw the guinea mafia, I ain't joining that no more, it's Yakuza time.
"Fuckin' Nawthern monkeys..."