In which our hero very nearly dies
I had a kind of shitty wednesday.
It started with having a wisdome tooth pulled.
Then I went to work. Eh, work was ok until the end. I had some kid giving her brother a shoulder ride in the pool.against the rules. I blew my whistle, yelled and blew my whistle again. No response. I throw a ball at the child to get her attention. Her bitch nmother yells at me, goes to complain to my boss, and angers me greatly. When I try to talk to my coworker about it, she charges over and attempt to but into the conversation. At this point, dreams of grevious bodily harm start to percolate through my brain. After my shift ends, I go to the weight room and power through some curls and such to try and calm down. Nothing doing. This FUCKING CUNT has rubbed me completely the wrong way. If I see her again, I will be unable to speak to her and my mind will probably be filled with a desire to punch her in the kidneys to an entire Metallica album. Honestly. I hate and despise her.
Then I taught my two swim classeas. My first one went well and in my second I got the three year old girl who is incredibly cute and whose father actually has the same first name as me, to swim by herself. From that point, all she wanted to do was swim around the pool.
Then I went home, showered, shaved, and got dressed. Naveen and Eric picked me up and we went to the Thai place for dinner and then off to the Grog. I saw many people, had lots of fun, and proceeded to get obliterated. I got kicked out because I turned mean, I guess. Thats what they tell me anyway.
I woke up the next morning smelling of swamp, naked in bed. I apparently fought my brother the whole way home, and then took off, a neighbor found me on my back in a puddle in the swamp. So i could have died. Oh well. I need to release the anger somehow. Honestly though I just contuinue thinking of that women and there is a giant black pit of hatred and rage. I'm not sure what to do about it.
Anyway, had man breakfast, went to my aunts for dinner and came home. It's a little sedate tonight. I'm a little sad about it, a little scared, but I just won't drink as much in the future. I was a touch over my limit and then just snapped, I guess.
But such is growing up. Learning our limits.
So now I'm just waiting to hear from Kristen to plan the weekend.
It started with having a wisdome tooth pulled.
Then I went to work. Eh, work was ok until the end. I had some kid giving her brother a shoulder ride in the pool.against the rules. I blew my whistle, yelled and blew my whistle again. No response. I throw a ball at the child to get her attention. Her bitch nmother yells at me, goes to complain to my boss, and angers me greatly. When I try to talk to my coworker about it, she charges over and attempt to but into the conversation. At this point, dreams of grevious bodily harm start to percolate through my brain. After my shift ends, I go to the weight room and power through some curls and such to try and calm down. Nothing doing. This FUCKING CUNT has rubbed me completely the wrong way. If I see her again, I will be unable to speak to her and my mind will probably be filled with a desire to punch her in the kidneys to an entire Metallica album. Honestly. I hate and despise her.
Then I taught my two swim classeas. My first one went well and in my second I got the three year old girl who is incredibly cute and whose father actually has the same first name as me, to swim by herself. From that point, all she wanted to do was swim around the pool.
Then I went home, showered, shaved, and got dressed. Naveen and Eric picked me up and we went to the Thai place for dinner and then off to the Grog. I saw many people, had lots of fun, and proceeded to get obliterated. I got kicked out because I turned mean, I guess. Thats what they tell me anyway.
I woke up the next morning smelling of swamp, naked in bed. I apparently fought my brother the whole way home, and then took off, a neighbor found me on my back in a puddle in the swamp. So i could have died. Oh well. I need to release the anger somehow. Honestly though I just contuinue thinking of that women and there is a giant black pit of hatred and rage. I'm not sure what to do about it.
Anyway, had man breakfast, went to my aunts for dinner and came home. It's a little sedate tonight. I'm a little sad about it, a little scared, but I just won't drink as much in the future. I was a touch over my limit and then just snapped, I guess.
But such is growing up. Learning our limits.
So now I'm just waiting to hear from Kristen to plan the weekend.