I'm a Lazy Fuckwad
I've been in the same room for two days straight. I have everything taken care of in my little corner.
People over the internet want me to visit them in Memphis, Nashville, the next county, across town. News flash: "I'm Lazy".
I hate driving most of all, cause when my father died he left the huge, roomie truck to my sister. I was stuck with the incredibly cramped mid-sized Nissan Altima. Although it was better on gas mileage; it caused my legs to hit the dashboard leaving severe whelps on my kneecaps.
That means "bad news" for road trips that go beyond the 30 minute mark.
On a completely different note:
A couple days ago, before my self-exclusion from society, I ran into a person--that I suppose thought he was my long time friend--in a bar. Well the fuckin shit-lick--that he was known to be--approached me about an incident that happened at my old place of residence about 2-3 years ago. Apparently, him and some of his friends showed up at my crib 'uninvited', and me and my old roomie took it upon ourselves to get in his friend's car and fuck with the adjustments(assuming it actually happened). He asked me if I remembered what happened.......Of course I don't! I'm sitting at a bar with my friends, half-lit. I did what any nice guy would do in this situation, I turned to him and said I did not remember, also that I was sorry it happened. I don't know where he was going with this shit, but I guess he was wanting to settle the score for his friend. Why bother? I don't take pleasure in fighting, especially when it involves killing a soft beer buzz. Another point is I don't think that I could win a fight. I'm out of shape, I don't know how to throw a punch and I have bad organs. If anything, I would have just picked up a bar stool and wacked the guy with it.
I've been in the same room for two days straight. I have everything taken care of in my little corner.
People over the internet want me to visit them in Memphis, Nashville, the next county, across town. News flash: "I'm Lazy".
I hate driving most of all, cause when my father died he left the huge, roomie truck to my sister. I was stuck with the incredibly cramped mid-sized Nissan Altima. Although it was better on gas mileage; it caused my legs to hit the dashboard leaving severe whelps on my kneecaps.
That means "bad news" for road trips that go beyond the 30 minute mark.
On a completely different note:
A couple days ago, before my self-exclusion from society, I ran into a person--that I suppose thought he was my long time friend--in a bar. Well the fuckin shit-lick--that he was known to be--approached me about an incident that happened at my old place of residence about 2-3 years ago. Apparently, him and some of his friends showed up at my crib 'uninvited', and me and my old roomie took it upon ourselves to get in his friend's car and fuck with the adjustments(assuming it actually happened). He asked me if I remembered what happened.......Of course I don't! I'm sitting at a bar with my friends, half-lit. I did what any nice guy would do in this situation, I turned to him and said I did not remember, also that I was sorry it happened. I don't know where he was going with this shit, but I guess he was wanting to settle the score for his friend. Why bother? I don't take pleasure in fighting, especially when it involves killing a soft beer buzz. Another point is I don't think that I could win a fight. I'm out of shape, I don't know how to throw a punch and I have bad organs. If anything, I would have just picked up a bar stool and wacked the guy with it.
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hee hee, silly Americans, don't know what hostels are. There's like, a few variations, but they're generally, like a hotel, but only for international travellers and/or students, and they have dorm rooms and are really cheap and have like shared bathrooms and kitchens and stuff.
It's a concept that started in Australia or New zealand or something, but they're all over the world now. God damn, I'm educational.
I liked your response, that was more of what I was looking for to my little rant.
The news flash made me laugh.