Wel… I just took a garbage bin (yes, one of those giant things you put your trash in and then the garbage truck picks up) straight to the face… I’m not really looking forward to the rest of the day
I will now proceed to post a bunch of sad posts because I am sad I more than likely won’t get to go see Crystal Castles and its a very selfish reason for me to be sad, but I am anyways… This is even worst than that one time I had VIP passes to go watch Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers and Regina Spektor and couldn’t go because I had a fuckin final that day.
Farts & Relationships
blarghlargh replied to your quote: Last Night Friend: Order already! Me: I don’t…
I will get drunk and have kids meals with you! I get kids meals stone cold sober
AND SO, WE CONQUERED THE WORLD OF FAST FOOD DINNING!
Friend: Order already!
Me: I don’t know what I want! I don’t like whataburger…
Friend: *shakes head and leaves*
Me: Oh! I know! *approaches counter* can I have a Whatachik’n kids meal
Cashier: *face of wtf?*
Me: *stares at cashier*
Cashier: *stares at me*
Me: I am drunk and willing to make a big deal about this…
Cashier: Would you like a Chocolate Chip cookie or a Cinnamon Sugar?
Me: Chocolate Chip please
Cashier: That’ll be 3.99
Whataburger kids’ meals are actually badass….
(Nobody likes to go out to eat with drunk me cause I always get kids meals :()
This was supposed to be a message, but I believe I have bored them with my previous, lengthy, boring ones already.
lately, I have came across various friends and acquaintances who complained about the whole dance of dating and courtship. How “I don’t know if he likes me” or “I think I like her, but I don’t know” and similar remarks about their “partners” or “prospective partners”.
Tonight was sketchy as fuck, had a get together with some friends, then got an “invite” to a “party”, ended up in an apartment with a “weed room” with a girl that new a lot about me and other friends even though we’d never met her, ran away, got in the truck, got home loaded the 12 gauge, got back on the truck and called the people that we left there to make sure they made it out alright… oh and the “party” was only three other people that had got there 10 minutes before us and were sketchy as fuck.