I Cleaned the Soap Bottle
Am I the only one who cared the least about Halloween? That is really quite ironic, considering how much of a goddamn horror movie buff I am. But then again, just because you like scary movies doesn't mean that also transcends over to enjoying dressing up as something other than yourself for a day and single-handedly be the sole perpetrator for the reason you are diagnosed with diabetes the next week after pissing two bowls full of Fruit Loop-smelling piss a day. Well, I had to (and still have to) work all weekend. Yesterday I fucking worked from 3:00 to closing, which gives me absolutely NO time to party before going to work today, which was at fucking 8:00 in the morning! Are you kidding me? It's like whoever did the schedule purposely did not want me to have fun this week. So I ended up going to 0/10 billion frat parties that I was invited to. Sucks for me. But it would also suck if I didn't have any money to eat. Yeah, my parents are those type - can't go to them for money, just for the hell of it and the fact that you could - because I can't. Indeed, that somewhat sounds like masochism on my part that I never go to my folks for money even though they never specifically stated that I have to "care for myself" or anything of that nature, but I believe that anybody who asks for money, no matter from whoever, is an irresponsible douchebag and/or needs to get a fucking job. If not, I'd rather you panhandle or look for change on the floor. I ain't paying for your goddamn lunch or cigarettes or shit that you "forgot to put in your wallet" that day. I'm hungry too, asshole.