I love it when alcahol causes drama. That's sorta what the last entry was about. I actually was still drunk when I wrote it.
I'll admit, I was very cranky. I was riding on a metro train from east Pasadena all the way to Hollywood and Vine to pick up my car so I could go to court. The events that transpired in the hours before the train ride weren't good. At least for me. I wasn't enjoying any part of it, so I bounced. No offence to the persons involved (well, no there is one of the three that can go fuck themselves in the ear, but the other two are ok, one I wanna meet under sober surcumstances.) or anything. I just felt that subtracting myself from the equation would make things for the other parties run smoother.
This is what's wrong with me. I think too much. Also, I'm way to nice and polite, apparently. This only seems to get me so far with people. It works at first; but then they feel as if, through my politeness and automatic trust and respect of everyone I meet, I am weak and one to be rediculed or domesticated and used to serve them as if I am some kind of subhuman or something. The sad thing is that when this happends, I let them walk all over me.
Well this particular evening, I realized this happening to me. I started taking stock on it. Asking myself why was I there? Was this a pity thing? Were they just trying to be nice? Then this fucking snatch hole tries to banash me to the couch were I am to wait untill they feel like giving me a ride back to my car.
Mutherfucker, I had to be at court by 8:30am. I wasn't gonna deal with this bullshit any longer. I fuckin' grab my shit and bounce. I realize that I left some fairly important items there and humiliate myself even futher by returning to retreive said items.
After that bullshit, I start walking. I see these two people on the street and ask them where the nearest bus stop is. They point me towards the Metro Rail just two blocks away. They inform me that it'll take me all the way back to Hollywood. So I roll.
I'm thankfull that I have my iPod to keep me company and take my mind off of what had just happened until the battery dies about 10 minutes in to the journey. That's when I get really cranky and texed that entry. It was bad. The whole day I was playing it out in my head. It just made me more and more angry. But enough of that, on to some good shit.
I get to the courthouse and go through the nessacary motions to take care of my delinqent traffic ticket. My heart sinks when I learn that I don't get to talk to a judge until late February. It suddenly hits me, I go in to this story where I have driven all the way from Montana, where I am a student to take care of this ticket. My story checks out enough due to the car's registration and my driver's license. The guy at the desk goes to check if I can see the judge right then. Success! I put on an Oscar worthy performance infront of the Judge, convinsing her that I am just this small town kid completely amazed and frightened by the wonders of this "gigantic metropolis". Pretty much channeled the late Phil Hartman's Caveman Lawer character. It was awesome. She knocked $515 off of a $700 fine. I did a happy dance outside of the court.
By the time all was said and done, it was around noon, so I managed to get a half day of work in, which was nice. It was this small triumph that completely disproved any bad things about myself that I was worried about the night before. I wasn't some kind of creepy moron, I was, and still am, a fucking awesome person. I like me. Most the people I know like me. Those that don't are just haters that are jealous cause they're not as rediculously awesome as I am. They can't deal with the fact one person can kick so much ass that they attempt to bring me down. It's not gonna work. Cause I'm fucking invinsable, bitches. No one can touch me!
On a sligtly related note, I've been kinda cranky lately. I think I need to get laid, I've been feeling kinda backed up lately.
I'll admit, I was very cranky. I was riding on a metro train from east Pasadena all the way to Hollywood and Vine to pick up my car so I could go to court. The events that transpired in the hours before the train ride weren't good. At least for me. I wasn't enjoying any part of it, so I bounced. No offence to the persons involved (well, no there is one of the three that can go fuck themselves in the ear, but the other two are ok, one I wanna meet under sober surcumstances.) or anything. I just felt that subtracting myself from the equation would make things for the other parties run smoother.
This is what's wrong with me. I think too much. Also, I'm way to nice and polite, apparently. This only seems to get me so far with people. It works at first; but then they feel as if, through my politeness and automatic trust and respect of everyone I meet, I am weak and one to be rediculed or domesticated and used to serve them as if I am some kind of subhuman or something. The sad thing is that when this happends, I let them walk all over me.
Well this particular evening, I realized this happening to me. I started taking stock on it. Asking myself why was I there? Was this a pity thing? Were they just trying to be nice? Then this fucking snatch hole tries to banash me to the couch were I am to wait untill they feel like giving me a ride back to my car.
Mutherfucker, I had to be at court by 8:30am. I wasn't gonna deal with this bullshit any longer. I fuckin' grab my shit and bounce. I realize that I left some fairly important items there and humiliate myself even futher by returning to retreive said items.
After that bullshit, I start walking. I see these two people on the street and ask them where the nearest bus stop is. They point me towards the Metro Rail just two blocks away. They inform me that it'll take me all the way back to Hollywood. So I roll.
I'm thankfull that I have my iPod to keep me company and take my mind off of what had just happened until the battery dies about 10 minutes in to the journey. That's when I get really cranky and texed that entry. It was bad. The whole day I was playing it out in my head. It just made me more and more angry. But enough of that, on to some good shit.
I get to the courthouse and go through the nessacary motions to take care of my delinqent traffic ticket. My heart sinks when I learn that I don't get to talk to a judge until late February. It suddenly hits me, I go in to this story where I have driven all the way from Montana, where I am a student to take care of this ticket. My story checks out enough due to the car's registration and my driver's license. The guy at the desk goes to check if I can see the judge right then. Success! I put on an Oscar worthy performance infront of the Judge, convinsing her that I am just this small town kid completely amazed and frightened by the wonders of this "gigantic metropolis". Pretty much channeled the late Phil Hartman's Caveman Lawer character. It was awesome. She knocked $515 off of a $700 fine. I did a happy dance outside of the court.
By the time all was said and done, it was around noon, so I managed to get a half day of work in, which was nice. It was this small triumph that completely disproved any bad things about myself that I was worried about the night before. I wasn't some kind of creepy moron, I was, and still am, a fucking awesome person. I like me. Most the people I know like me. Those that don't are just haters that are jealous cause they're not as rediculously awesome as I am. They can't deal with the fact one person can kick so much ass that they attempt to bring me down. It's not gonna work. Cause I'm fucking invinsable, bitches. No one can touch me!
On a sligtly related note, I've been kinda cranky lately. I think I need to get laid, I've been feeling kinda backed up lately.
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A picture you posted is on my home page. It makes me smile to see it.
I'm right there in that cranky and needing to get laid boat with ya'. For some reason though I'm thinking that a quick fling would probably leave me more cranky than I already am right now though.