Weekend.
This week is finally almost over. But not quite. I still need to clean this room a bit. My side is a huge mess, I dont know how Jess deals with it. I want to move the old coffee maker out. Pack my bags for home so I can do some laundry. Get coffee from work. Check to see how little money I have in the bank. Then maybe go get my nose pierced, maybe not though, if i really don't have any money.
Then Saturday night I'm meeting Kacey at Scott W's house. Which is who knows where and who knows what time. Getting shitfaced apparently. Then the next morning is Easter. Go figure. So I have to pretend I dont feel like shit, and deal with family. Yay.
I fucking hate Easter anyways, it is the most retarded holiday. If it actually meant what it was about then maybe I wouldnt care so much. But its not. Its about Rabbits laying colored eggs. Honestly? What does that have to do with the death of Jesus? Nothing.
When I have kids I'll probably let them do the egg hunt or whatever. But I wont tell them a fucking Easter bunny put them there. I'll tell them a chicken laid them. A huge chicken. And the Jesus part wont exist because I don't believe in him. It will just be for fun.
Then Saturday night I'm meeting Kacey at Scott W's house. Which is who knows where and who knows what time. Getting shitfaced apparently. Then the next morning is Easter. Go figure. So I have to pretend I dont feel like shit, and deal with family. Yay.
I fucking hate Easter anyways, it is the most retarded holiday. If it actually meant what it was about then maybe I wouldnt care so much. But its not. Its about Rabbits laying colored eggs. Honestly? What does that have to do with the death of Jesus? Nothing.
When I have kids I'll probably let them do the egg hunt or whatever. But I wont tell them a fucking Easter bunny put them there. I'll tell them a chicken laid them. A huge chicken. And the Jesus part wont exist because I don't believe in him. It will just be for fun.