Today, Aoife is pissed off.
Why?
Well, this, for a start. Brought to my attention by my favorite political science genius, scooter11, that right there makes me fucking mad. Really fucking mad.
I'm also mad at people who talk a big game and don't follow through. You know who you are. This could be anything from talking about giving me a job to talking about how much you want me, and not having the balls to follow up.
Guess what? I'm way cooler than that. And on nights like this, I realize that I deserve better than this world is dishing out, and I'm ready to turn shit upside down to get it. You heard that? I'm sick of the way things are.
And not nearly so important, but still annoying: hey guess what, hockey officials. Whacking the goalie with a stick is not permissible just because he's outside of the net. You're not allowed to take a swing at anyone with your stick, let alone the goaltender, who's wearing too much padding to get out of your way. Fuckers. And Peter Worrell is a waste of money. We'd have been better off keeping Scottie Parker.
In more uplifting news:
thepromdate sent me a CD today. it's a lot less pissed off than my current listening material (anti-flag, the casualties, rancid, the dropkick murphys) which will probably be very good for me in the days to come.
and I got an email from a former very close friend. Michael, if for some reason you read my SG journal, I love you and I wish things hadn't gone the way they had. for those of you who don't know every detail of the past five years of my life, Mike and I were best friends. we spent a lot of time together curled up talking about things. one night that went too far. our friendship went to shit after that. so one little email means a whole lot to me. you know those people who have your heart, even though you don't talk to them for years? yeah. that's him.
Why?
Well, this, for a start. Brought to my attention by my favorite political science genius, scooter11, that right there makes me fucking mad. Really fucking mad.
I'm also mad at people who talk a big game and don't follow through. You know who you are. This could be anything from talking about giving me a job to talking about how much you want me, and not having the balls to follow up.
Guess what? I'm way cooler than that. And on nights like this, I realize that I deserve better than this world is dishing out, and I'm ready to turn shit upside down to get it. You heard that? I'm sick of the way things are.
And not nearly so important, but still annoying: hey guess what, hockey officials. Whacking the goalie with a stick is not permissible just because he's outside of the net. You're not allowed to take a swing at anyone with your stick, let alone the goaltender, who's wearing too much padding to get out of your way. Fuckers. And Peter Worrell is a waste of money. We'd have been better off keeping Scottie Parker.
In more uplifting news:
thepromdate sent me a CD today. it's a lot less pissed off than my current listening material (anti-flag, the casualties, rancid, the dropkick murphys) which will probably be very good for me in the days to come.
and I got an email from a former very close friend. Michael, if for some reason you read my SG journal, I love you and I wish things hadn't gone the way they had. for those of you who don't know every detail of the past five years of my life, Mike and I were best friends. we spent a lot of time together curled up talking about things. one night that went too far. our friendship went to shit after that. so one little email means a whole lot to me. you know those people who have your heart, even though you don't talk to them for years? yeah. that's him.
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i love that episode with tom waits!! remember when he gets sea sick and they have to take him back and start again the next day. muahaha!
i should make you a new one....something a little more current.