Apr 03, 2006 16:49
ok... i need a band... i'm dying... seriously.
school is almost over... then summer session... then fucking costa rica. fuck yeah
i need to get off the southern east coast... costa cannot come soon enough. i hate these mushy waves, i hate our shitty sandbars. i hate surfing a single fin for a week straight... i refuse to ride a longboard... until my knees give out and it's all i can ride.
i'm sick of eating shitty hot dogs and drinking shitty beer... i wish we had something/anything else in the fridge. i miss the taste of milk or juice or even fresh water.
i'm sick of these dumb mother fuckers coming in from some land-locked area like gainsville and talking to me like they know more about what type of fun-shape they need than i do. i hate mother fuckers asking me what the weather is gunna be like for the next week... watch the fucking weather channel like any semi-intelligent person. i'm sick of assholes coming into the shop at fucking 9 in the morning asking me what the waves look like... are you fucking kidding?!? i just woke up with a massive fucking hangover, dragged my sorry ass to work, and now have to deal with you! when in that time period did i get any chance to check the fucking water? this is florida, its most likely flat, now get the fuck out of my store.
get the fuck out of my head