Congratulations, America! You just succeeded in accomplishing what no one, not even Bush or Ashcroft before you, has been able to accomplish! You just shredded the last bits of naive idealism and faith in our country that I possessed! And not only that, but any stray remenants of Christianity still floating around my psyche have now been flushed out and executed! Hello, cynicism; hello, jadedness!
Fuck you bastards. You deserve everything you are going to get.
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Well, now that I'm slightly less pissed off than I was earlier, I can recount an amusing anecdote from my day!
So we went to lunch in the cafeteria at school today for some reason or another. While I was waiting for Chic-Fil-A to cook more delicious waffle fries, my friend Austin-tacious was waiting for his burger to be cooked and railing against Bush. At some point this little asian girl walks up and asks him who he voted for. Now, I know that we shouldn't judge books by their covers, but come on; Austin has a foot tall blue mohawk and a jacket covered in patches. Who do you think he voted for? Anyway, after he told her, she said "oww, that's too bad; I'm a Bush fan!"
A Bush fan. Like it was some fucking sports team, or one of those rock and roll groups the kids these days like. Obviously, that pissed me the fuck off.
So, when she strolled up to me and asked me the same question, I threw all civility to the wind! "Fuck no I didn't vote for Bush! I fucking hate that douchebag and everything he stands for! And anyone who did vote for him is a fucking moron!"
Damn, I'm eloquent.
Anyway, after that I met up with the others and had a nice conversation about politics and hate-fucking (not sure how that segway happened) over lunch. The highlight of the conversation was my friend Nate talking about fucking Britney Spears while grinding her face into a cinder block wall. I should note, however, that this was the highlight of the conversation because the same little asian girl sat down at the table next to us right as he was going into detail. It was hilarious.
Anyway, I'm just really, really glad that I'm about to go on a three day drinking binge. There couldn't be a better time for me to turn 21. I've noticed that when I get really upset I get oddly self destructive; it's like I internalize whatever is pissing me off and do stupid things to attempt to seperate myself from it. Right now, for instance, I'm seriously considering getting my right arm sleeved from the elbow down as a birthday present to myself; the primary motivation for this would be to attempt to distance myself from the people I hate by an extremely noticable modification.
Damn, but I've been in a foul mood all day. It's dusk again in America, folks.
Fuck you bastards. You deserve everything you are going to get.
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Well, now that I'm slightly less pissed off than I was earlier, I can recount an amusing anecdote from my day!
So we went to lunch in the cafeteria at school today for some reason or another. While I was waiting for Chic-Fil-A to cook more delicious waffle fries, my friend Austin-tacious was waiting for his burger to be cooked and railing against Bush. At some point this little asian girl walks up and asks him who he voted for. Now, I know that we shouldn't judge books by their covers, but come on; Austin has a foot tall blue mohawk and a jacket covered in patches. Who do you think he voted for? Anyway, after he told her, she said "oww, that's too bad; I'm a Bush fan!"
A Bush fan. Like it was some fucking sports team, or one of those rock and roll groups the kids these days like. Obviously, that pissed me the fuck off.
So, when she strolled up to me and asked me the same question, I threw all civility to the wind! "Fuck no I didn't vote for Bush! I fucking hate that douchebag and everything he stands for! And anyone who did vote for him is a fucking moron!"
Damn, I'm eloquent.
Anyway, after that I met up with the others and had a nice conversation about politics and hate-fucking (not sure how that segway happened) over lunch. The highlight of the conversation was my friend Nate talking about fucking Britney Spears while grinding her face into a cinder block wall. I should note, however, that this was the highlight of the conversation because the same little asian girl sat down at the table next to us right as he was going into detail. It was hilarious.
Anyway, I'm just really, really glad that I'm about to go on a three day drinking binge. There couldn't be a better time for me to turn 21. I've noticed that when I get really upset I get oddly self destructive; it's like I internalize whatever is pissing me off and do stupid things to attempt to seperate myself from it. Right now, for instance, I'm seriously considering getting my right arm sleeved from the elbow down as a birthday present to myself; the primary motivation for this would be to attempt to distance myself from the people I hate by an extremely noticable modification.
Damn, but I've been in a foul mood all day. It's dusk again in America, folks.
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On the other hand, you have a twenty first birthday on a Friday. This is something that wise Tibetan monks refer to as "the bomb-ass shit, fo' realz!" They advise focusing your energy into the very center of your being to harness your true inner crunk.
Happy birthday.