Motherfuckin' Sleepless Update On A Motherfuckin' Plane
The Following Is My Expose Of The Events That Occurred From December 21, 2006 Through January 4, 2007. Please Take What I Say With A Grain Of Salt. Some Or All Of What I’m About To Tell You Didn’t Actually Happen. I Write This For My Own Sake, So I Don’t Forget This Vacation, As I Have With All The Others. May I Find Peace With The Lord.
Chapter One - The Half-Assed Demon Within
It was one hell of a vacation. It’s always one hell of anything when I’m involved. I don’t half-ass things like some people, except when I’m feeling half assed. Like right now, I’m on the plane back typing this with one hour sleep, and I could CARE LESS about writing this. But I know it’ll look good in my little Emo gallery of a LiveJournal, so I PERSEVERE. So in the name of perseverance, I’m gonna cut the chapter short and begin anew when I have a full ass. And who knows when that will be.
Chapter Two - Can’t Fall Asleep On The Plane
I swear it’s hard… But probably because I’m stuck in the middle of the row… But then again that might be better than a cramped window seat or a fish bowl aisle seat. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fly first class. Not in the childlike, “Sigh… First Class…” type way, but the cynical, “What’s the difference?” type. It just looks annoying. Talk about no privacy; I mean, at least in coach there are enough weirdos around to make no one care about you. Why watch what All-American Mike’s doing when there’s ghetto hick Japanese guy talking OBNOXIOUSLY loud to all the people around him to attract attention. Which reminds me of another character that was behind me and my brother on the way up. I’ll mention him in the next chapter, because who HASN’T heard about the airplane rant before. I just kinda wanted to write my own. But it’s half-assed. Fuck. Maybe I’ll get things right when I wake up.
Chapter Three - Back To Before
Alright, time to do things right; Tell the story from the beginning, like it should be. Because then the climax will leave you feeling good at the end, instead of at the beginning like some new age people want to experiment with. It might work for movies, but what happens with sex? Would you want to climax at the beginning, and then for the rest of the time wonder, “I wonder how that happened?” until you work your back to that point just to say, “Oh, that’s how…” Uh, No. So, Anyway, This Is Gay, I’ll Do It Later~
Chapter One - The Half-Assed Demon Within
It was one hell of a vacation. It’s always one hell of anything when I’m involved. I don’t half-ass things like some people, except when I’m feeling half assed. Like right now, I’m on the plane back typing this with one hour sleep, and I could CARE LESS about writing this. But I know it’ll look good in my little Emo gallery of a LiveJournal, so I PERSEVERE. So in the name of perseverance, I’m gonna cut the chapter short and begin anew when I have a full ass. And who knows when that will be.
Chapter Two - Can’t Fall Asleep On The Plane
I swear it’s hard… But probably because I’m stuck in the middle of the row… But then again that might be better than a cramped window seat or a fish bowl aisle seat. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fly first class. Not in the childlike, “Sigh… First Class…” type way, but the cynical, “What’s the difference?” type. It just looks annoying. Talk about no privacy; I mean, at least in coach there are enough weirdos around to make no one care about you. Why watch what All-American Mike’s doing when there’s ghetto hick Japanese guy talking OBNOXIOUSLY loud to all the people around him to attract attention. Which reminds me of another character that was behind me and my brother on the way up. I’ll mention him in the next chapter, because who HASN’T heard about the airplane rant before. I just kinda wanted to write my own. But it’s half-assed. Fuck. Maybe I’ll get things right when I wake up.
Chapter Three - Back To Before
Alright, time to do things right; Tell the story from the beginning, like it should be. Because then the climax will leave you feeling good at the end, instead of at the beginning like some new age people want to experiment with. It might work for movies, but what happens with sex? Would you want to climax at the beginning, and then for the rest of the time wonder, “I wonder how that happened?” until you work your back to that point just to say, “Oh, that’s how…” Uh, No. So, Anyway, This Is Gay, I’ll Do It Later~