i like the word "conglomerate"
for awhile there i feared that i lost my sarcasm. my cynicism. my general hate for people that aren't me. my personality.
what. the. hell. man.
i just sat here, staring at the blinking cursor on my "update journal" page for approximatley 12.3 minutes. i felt like a freelance writer who has dissapointed his wife and four kids by, well, becoming a freelance writer and therefore making wifey work 8 jobs (including standing on the corner of 8 mile and gratiot) to bring home the bread, alcohol, milk and eggs.
for those long and painful 12.3 minutes, i feared that i would...be...happy. perky. a ray of sunshine shining down, bringing peace and joy to everyone i come in contact with, for the rest of my life. and then i quite nearly enjoyed throwing up at the thought of all those cheerleader-like characteristics invading my soul.
who stole my sarcasm? consider yourself on my list entitled "throw dirt in these peoples eyes" from this day forward, as you are incredibly rude.
however, on minute 13.5 i witnessed something beautiful. i noticed a woman. rolling her backpack around dow. running her rolling friend into anything and everything that she passed, and i thought to myself "what a moron". it was also at this time that a professor walked in and nearly killed me by asphyxiation due to the abnormal amounts of cologne he was donning, and i thought to myself "you bastard i hate you." ALSO. i decided that i am going to start going up to ugly people on campus and telling them that i pay the campus beautification fee, and therefore, they need to vacate the premises.
and now i realize that my future of being a sarcastic, mean, and contemptible human being is stable and secure.
what. the. hell. man.
i just sat here, staring at the blinking cursor on my "update journal" page for approximatley 12.3 minutes. i felt like a freelance writer who has dissapointed his wife and four kids by, well, becoming a freelance writer and therefore making wifey work 8 jobs (including standing on the corner of 8 mile and gratiot) to bring home the bread, alcohol, milk and eggs.
for those long and painful 12.3 minutes, i feared that i would...be...happy. perky. a ray of sunshine shining down, bringing peace and joy to everyone i come in contact with, for the rest of my life. and then i quite nearly enjoyed throwing up at the thought of all those cheerleader-like characteristics invading my soul.
who stole my sarcasm? consider yourself on my list entitled "throw dirt in these peoples eyes" from this day forward, as you are incredibly rude.
however, on minute 13.5 i witnessed something beautiful. i noticed a woman. rolling her backpack around dow. running her rolling friend into anything and everything that she passed, and i thought to myself "what a moron". it was also at this time that a professor walked in and nearly killed me by asphyxiation due to the abnormal amounts of cologne he was donning, and i thought to myself "you bastard i hate you." ALSO. i decided that i am going to start going up to ugly people on campus and telling them that i pay the campus beautification fee, and therefore, they need to vacate the premises.
and now i realize that my future of being a sarcastic, mean, and contemptible human being is stable and secure.