The Lame-O-Meter hits a new low.
"Oh, how was your Independance Day? What did you do."
"Oh, I did nothing. Absolutely, fucking nothing."
I hate this year. Every holiday plan I have made has been trashed. Every holiday.
And this is no exception.
The bastard slept 'till 19:00 and then couldn't find a ride. Too lazy and pampered to take a goddamn bus.
And now his mother hates me. Yay.
Okay, I don't have a TV. How am I supposed to know they're watching a televised ceremony??
And DON'T talk to me like I'm an idiot. I'm not.
So what am I doing? I'm staying in. Listening to Rita and Rami on the radio.
No popcorn, no cotton candy, no fireworks, mylar balloons or light-up jewelry. No corn on the cob, crepes, useless plastic crap that you buy from the people with the balloons and jewelry...
No dancing at the amphitheatre concerts.
No staying out 'till morning, though I actually got permission to do so. Would you believe it?
No no no no no...
What a waste.