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So.........
last week i was supposed to go to Greenday. The day I was supposed to go the person hloding the tickets sold them to her neighbors. This weekend I was supposed to fly to Florida. the time is now 4:30 and I still haven't got a call from the ticket holder telling me that the tickets are ready.

I HATE TICKETS.

I've got a ticket for these people, it's a ticket to FUCK DIRECTLY OFF.

I could have gone to Kansas City to see Angi but Noooo, I could have gone to work and make some cash but alas I must perpetuate the dickishness of fuckers.

so
now
I
must
rant

And this rant will last all night I'm sure, and I'll go out and drink a bit and bitch some more, and my friends will all tell me to clean the sand out of my panties and go take some Midol and such.

Then I will go home log on to the chat and go to bed a 6 in teh morning. Just to wake up and grind my way on through another day.

It's a Ducky Boys moment