I've been so fucking bitter and angry the last few days.
I've been wearing the perma-scowl on my face at work.
My car got egg'd the other night. My friend's car did too. That sucked. Who the fuck eggs cars anyways? Payback from when I was a shithead kid I guess. Or possible pay back from what happened the other night:
I came home from work and my roommate Carl and our mutal friends Chris and Sean had been making prank calls for at least 3 hours straight. The house REAKED like stale beer and cigarettes and was destroyed. Carl and Chris were plowed. The story goes that once Carl saw I was home he started acting like he was never involved and wanted to "make them stop." I was already feelin' salty from work so I said "Hey, use your fucking cell phones if you're going to do that shit. Don't use our house phone." Apparently Chris didn't hear me. He made another call. I grabbed the phone out of his hand and threw it on the couch. I just stood there and waited for a second to see if he was going to pop off at the mouth. He didn't (fortunately for both of us) and I just tried to chill the fuck out after that.
It's funny though that when I start feeling like this is an ok place to live again...I realize this living situation sucks.
Ok. I'll end the negativity here.
Hope everything is going well.
I've been wearing the perma-scowl on my face at work.
My car got egg'd the other night. My friend's car did too. That sucked. Who the fuck eggs cars anyways? Payback from when I was a shithead kid I guess. Or possible pay back from what happened the other night:
I came home from work and my roommate Carl and our mutal friends Chris and Sean had been making prank calls for at least 3 hours straight. The house REAKED like stale beer and cigarettes and was destroyed. Carl and Chris were plowed. The story goes that once Carl saw I was home he started acting like he was never involved and wanted to "make them stop." I was already feelin' salty from work so I said "Hey, use your fucking cell phones if you're going to do that shit. Don't use our house phone." Apparently Chris didn't hear me. He made another call. I grabbed the phone out of his hand and threw it on the couch. I just stood there and waited for a second to see if he was going to pop off at the mouth. He didn't (fortunately for both of us) and I just tried to chill the fuck out after that.
It's funny though that when I start feeling like this is an ok place to live again...I realize this living situation sucks.
Ok. I'll end the negativity here.
Hope everything is going well.