i hate math, and numbers. if you ask me, and i'm pretty sure no one did, letters make more interesting equations.
if your mom is a crackhead, it's pretty hard not to be a better parent. really, i'm pretty average. except that i have an excellent sense of humor.
i ran out of beer 30 fucking minutes ago, and i live in a dry county, which means i'm gonna have to switch to vodka. that sounds dangerous, but i'm just drunk enough to take that risk.
i'm thinking about selling stories on ebay. you pay me $10, and i tell you a story. storytellers used to have career opportunities, but not anymore. i'm thinking this ebay idea might reverse what i consider to be a negative trend. storytellers need money too, but it's not considered a marketable skill unless you have the discipline to write a book, and i do not. pay me $10. please.
today, i watched little kids race a rooster for over an hour. this is what passes for entertainment in my part of the world.
today i wonderedhow many trees there were in east texas. if someone knows a mathmatical formula to calculate that, let me know.
i hate it when people refuse to eat something until they're told every single ingredient it contains. that's no way to live your life. if you're afraid of onions and peppers, how are you ever going to have any sort of adenture?
i've noticed that the assholes of the world refuse to die, just so they can continue to inflict misery on the rest of the world. if god is real, s/he has a fucked up sense of humor.
i bought my cats a new kind of food that touts it's meaty nuggets. i was excited about watching them enjoy meaty nuggets. they, however, went to grandma's house to eat, and i'm pissed that i paid an extra dollar and those furry bastards won't even look at it. we'll see if i do that again. you try to spread a little joy in this world and no one even appreciates your efforts.
if i had it to do over again, this is what i'd say..."ma'am, i don't know where you're from, but where i'm from, we don't pull into stranger's driveways, honk our horns and ask for flowers without even introducing ourselves. i am trying to enjoy a delicious meal of jerk chicken and sweet taters, but your rudeness has put a damper on the entire meal."
i'd also say..."you're a liar, and i knew that, but i forgot for a minute. that won't happen again."
dad, i'm coming to galveston soon. i need a vacation. can you make those burritos that you made that one time when marci brought me to your house? they had spinach on them, and they were fucking good.
i want to go back to ft. worth. who wants to let me move in with them?
sometimes, it's the little things you miss, like running into someone you know atthe grocery store. i forgot that until today.
have you ever been so mad at someone that you didn't want to think about them ever again, but you're so mad that they continue to creep back into your thoughts and dreams without your permission? how do you stop that? do not tell me to live and let live or forgive and forget. that's easy advice that requires little thought., and i've heard it before.
i hate my lack of ambition.
you know that feeling where you suspect that everyone knows they're better than you? they probably feel the same way.
i'm going to lay down on the couch now. i'll probably delete this tomorrow, 'cause i suspect it's really stupid. drunk posting seems unwise.
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