Fought off a fever all weekend. Apparently my body takes to the weather going from 95 to 56 like a shark takes to cheerios.
This weekend I hit up CiCi's Pizza and realized just how depraved the world is. For 3.99 I don't expect atmosphere, but the people we were situated around scared the living shit out of me. To my right was a oldish dude with a skull'n'bones jolly roger tattoo with the word "ang" under it. Next to him was a white trash mamma, telling everyone around her in her outdoor voice how cool she was and we all should be honored to be near her. In front of me was a family of skinheads with a mexican baby. I haven't figured that one out yet. To my left was a late 20's woman with a screaming baby--no biggy till i realized that the 17-18 year old boy was her husband. Maybe the baby was screaming about his station in life too. Behind me was a mexican family who made the freelance balloon artist make all 34 kids animals and then didn't tip her a dime, which put her in a bad mood, so she sulked around till some asians slipped her a 10. On the way out I slipped in someone's spunk and about crashed into a family of morbidly obese monsters. But what took the cake was an employee who pushed the "slop cart" around the place the entire time. Perhaps I can explain this to you, this wasn't just a cart with dirty dishes, oh no, this was a cart that had scraped-off dirty dishes in one pile, and a large, festering bucket of pizza sputum overflowing to the point where cafeteria trays had been wedged down the side of the bucket to give it additional height and holding power. And as this lady pushed the vomit of the proletariat, a swarm of stench and flies followed her around. Never did she leave to dump her wares, oh no, she paraded it around like some pig's head-on-a-stick to ward off evil spirits. Fine Dining.
Other than that, life is raging headstrong down a path of suicide by cop. I find no particular joy in the thought of offing myself, but with the lack of female coziness in my bed, the iffy prospects of law school, and the fact that I gotta steal, cheat, and swindle to stay financially sound, it's become rather difficult to face the day.
I didn't get drafted into the NFL because of my back surgery, and I was ok with that. But then I notice that Ricky Williams, Heisman winner, just retired at 27 so he can sit around and smoke ganja all day. That's what's wrong with this country: so much potential, and such little desire to do dick with it.
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This weekend I hit up CiCi's Pizza and realized just how depraved the world is. For 3.99 I don't expect atmosphere, but the people we were situated around scared the living shit out of me. To my right was a oldish dude with a skull'n'bones jolly roger tattoo with the word "ang" under it. Next to him was a white trash mamma, telling everyone around her in her outdoor voice how cool she was and we all should be honored to be near her. In front of me was a family of skinheads with a mexican baby. I haven't figured that one out yet. To my left was a late 20's woman with a screaming baby--no biggy till i realized that the 17-18 year old boy was her husband. Maybe the baby was screaming about his station in life too. Behind me was a mexican family who made the freelance balloon artist make all 34 kids animals and then didn't tip her a dime, which put her in a bad mood, so she sulked around till some asians slipped her a 10. On the way out I slipped in someone's spunk and about crashed into a family of morbidly obese monsters. But what took the cake was an employee who pushed the "slop cart" around the place the entire time. Perhaps I can explain this to you, this wasn't just a cart with dirty dishes, oh no, this was a cart that had scraped-off dirty dishes in one pile, and a large, festering bucket of pizza sputum overflowing to the point where cafeteria trays had been wedged down the side of the bucket to give it additional height and holding power. And as this lady pushed the vomit of the proletariat, a swarm of stench and flies followed her around. Never did she leave to dump her wares, oh no, she paraded it around like some pig's head-on-a-stick to ward off evil spirits. Fine Dining.
Other than that, life is raging headstrong down a path of suicide by cop. I find no particular joy in the thought of offing myself, but with the lack of female coziness in my bed, the iffy prospects of law school, and the fact that I gotta steal, cheat, and swindle to stay financially sound, it's become rather difficult to face the day.
I didn't get drafted into the NFL because of my back surgery, and I was ok with that. But then I notice that Ricky Williams, Heisman winner, just retired at 27 so he can sit around and smoke ganja all day. That's what's wrong with this country: so much potential, and such little desire to do dick with it.
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captsparrow:
don't have a teleporter 
strawdog42:
fucking shame. looks like i took my vacation in the wrong state.