seriously.
i came home to some of the stupidest fucking drama, and guess what? it was over a fucking computer game...
yeah, i'll admit it... years ago i'd have been playing this game with them, all up in arms over some retarded hoo-haw. but things are different now.
i spent all day helping my friend paint her store, which is in an interesting location-- the basement of some hipster cafe. so i had to deal with crappy music and pretentious chit-chat from assholes with star tattoos and off-center trucker hats. my skin and clothes covered in pinks, blacks, and whites, looking like i murdered 80's pop music with my bare hands. i came home tired... dead tired. i just wanted to listen to some depeche mode or joy division and relax. pop in animatrix. fall asleep.
but no. apparently some of my friends still refuse to open their eyes and learn that moderation is a virtue.
seriously. one of them threatened to beat several people up. another tried to tell me i needed to smooth the situation over. jesus, i feel bad that they're all so messed up and need help but they need to work that out for themselves.
i really can't believe they were trying to drag me into this shit. i have more real things to deal with. like trying to never pay rent again. or making sure i have enough income to live my life as well as enjoy it.
the last thing i said on the subject was: "Dude, I have to pick up around the house a little and then wind down. Tomorrow I have to get up at a reasonable time so I can exercise and then go get tattooed for five hours. I really don't have time for this.
seriously."
i came home to some of the stupidest fucking drama, and guess what? it was over a fucking computer game...
yeah, i'll admit it... years ago i'd have been playing this game with them, all up in arms over some retarded hoo-haw. but things are different now.
i spent all day helping my friend paint her store, which is in an interesting location-- the basement of some hipster cafe. so i had to deal with crappy music and pretentious chit-chat from assholes with star tattoos and off-center trucker hats. my skin and clothes covered in pinks, blacks, and whites, looking like i murdered 80's pop music with my bare hands. i came home tired... dead tired. i just wanted to listen to some depeche mode or joy division and relax. pop in animatrix. fall asleep.
but no. apparently some of my friends still refuse to open their eyes and learn that moderation is a virtue.
seriously. one of them threatened to beat several people up. another tried to tell me i needed to smooth the situation over. jesus, i feel bad that they're all so messed up and need help but they need to work that out for themselves.
i really can't believe they were trying to drag me into this shit. i have more real things to deal with. like trying to never pay rent again. or making sure i have enough income to live my life as well as enjoy it.
the last thing i said on the subject was: "Dude, I have to pick up around the house a little and then wind down. Tomorrow I have to get up at a reasonable time so I can exercise and then go get tattooed for five hours. I really don't have time for this.
seriously."