EVERYTHING YOU GET YOU GOT TO WORK HAAAARD FOR IT
It's that time again!
It's 3:40 and I gotta leave for work in about ten minutes. What a pisser. I wonder if I'll get told to "take a really fast 10 minute break" or if I'll be allowed to take a "slow" ten-minute break? Psh.
I really need to start looking for a job in Knoxville cause this shit makes me want to do something awful.
Books-a-million can kiss my white ass. Fuck them and their bullshit. Fuck tiny people with tiny minds.
Tomorrow is the fourth anniversary of the terrible 9/11 tragedy. I was at 1405, otherwise known as Dave's house. I was asleep. David woke me up telling me "somebody flew a plane into the world trade center" and I could hear lots of people downstairs watching the events on the tv. I thought he meant like a Piper Cub or a small Cessna or something. I had no idea he was referring to a massive airliner.
The girls from down the street were over as well as the boys from right-next-door. My first thought was "Fuck, we're going to war" in fact I remember asking the girls how they'd feel if all the boys were called off to war. They looked at me like I was freakin looney or something. And I guess I was wrong; they didn't inact any kind of Draft into the army but...
We did go to war. That was my first though, "Oh fuck, some nation is going to burn for this". And those poor people!!! I managed to put in a video tape and hit record that day. I still have the cassette. It's so depressing there's no reason to watch it these days. But suffice to say watching people jump their deaths isn't something I wanna look at regularly.
That said, I look forward to not thinking about those awful events tomorrow on the anniversary. Tomorrow there's a new Family Guy, a new Simpsons and I plan on taking the Family Guy movie with me. Hopefully we can celebrate life tomorrow instead of dwelling on all the death and destruction.
Sigh.
Happy Saturday.
It's 3:40 and I gotta leave for work in about ten minutes. What a pisser. I wonder if I'll get told to "take a really fast 10 minute break" or if I'll be allowed to take a "slow" ten-minute break? Psh.
I really need to start looking for a job in Knoxville cause this shit makes me want to do something awful.
Books-a-million can kiss my white ass. Fuck them and their bullshit. Fuck tiny people with tiny minds.
Tomorrow is the fourth anniversary of the terrible 9/11 tragedy. I was at 1405, otherwise known as Dave's house. I was asleep. David woke me up telling me "somebody flew a plane into the world trade center" and I could hear lots of people downstairs watching the events on the tv. I thought he meant like a Piper Cub or a small Cessna or something. I had no idea he was referring to a massive airliner.
The girls from down the street were over as well as the boys from right-next-door. My first thought was "Fuck, we're going to war" in fact I remember asking the girls how they'd feel if all the boys were called off to war. They looked at me like I was freakin looney or something. And I guess I was wrong; they didn't inact any kind of Draft into the army but...
We did go to war. That was my first though, "Oh fuck, some nation is going to burn for this". And those poor people!!! I managed to put in a video tape and hit record that day. I still have the cassette. It's so depressing there's no reason to watch it these days. But suffice to say watching people jump their deaths isn't something I wanna look at regularly.
That said, I look forward to not thinking about those awful events tomorrow on the anniversary. Tomorrow there's a new Family Guy, a new Simpsons and I plan on taking the Family Guy movie with me. Hopefully we can celebrate life tomorrow instead of dwelling on all the death and destruction.
Sigh.
Happy Saturday.