Okay. Thursday night. It's a good story. Don't skip it.
So I took truextilxdeath out to eat for his birthday. Super fucking foggy outside. You can hardly see the car infront of you. I'm driving on the highway when I notice there's a car RIGHT behind me. I mean, I've never had someone ride my ass that much in my life... in a car. Anyway, the road finally breaks off in two lanes and he passes me on my right side. I honk at him, lean over truextilxdeath, and give him the finger. Just as I did that I realized he was a HUGE, scary-looking, crazy-eyed man. So he immediately pulls infront of me, almost hitting my front end, and starts tapping on his brakes. Yeah. I have hardcore road rage and that was pissing me off. That's not all of it either. I got in the turning lane up ahead. My car was right beside his. When the light turned green, he rolled down the window and threw a full can of pop at my car. The guy was insane. All he had to do was learn how to drive a car in fog. Yeah. Craziness.
Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail.
It's going to take me awhile to reply to everyone's comments... but I'll do it. Just be patient.
Tonight, when we were eating dinner, Marta said something that really knocked me for a loop. She said, "I love carrots." "Good," I said as I gritted my teeth real hard. "Then maybe you and carrots would like to go into the bedroom and have sex!" They didn't, but maybe they will sometime, and I can watch.
This is a bad update. I'll think of something better while I'm a work and report back.
So I took truextilxdeath out to eat for his birthday. Super fucking foggy outside. You can hardly see the car infront of you. I'm driving on the highway when I notice there's a car RIGHT behind me. I mean, I've never had someone ride my ass that much in my life... in a car. Anyway, the road finally breaks off in two lanes and he passes me on my right side. I honk at him, lean over truextilxdeath, and give him the finger. Just as I did that I realized he was a HUGE, scary-looking, crazy-eyed man. So he immediately pulls infront of me, almost hitting my front end, and starts tapping on his brakes. Yeah. I have hardcore road rage and that was pissing me off. That's not all of it either. I got in the turning lane up ahead. My car was right beside his. When the light turned green, he rolled down the window and threw a full can of pop at my car. The guy was insane. All he had to do was learn how to drive a car in fog. Yeah. Craziness.
Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail.
It's going to take me awhile to reply to everyone's comments... but I'll do it. Just be patient.
Tonight, when we were eating dinner, Marta said something that really knocked me for a loop. She said, "I love carrots." "Good," I said as I gritted my teeth real hard. "Then maybe you and carrots would like to go into the bedroom and have sex!" They didn't, but maybe they will sometime, and I can watch.
This is a bad update. I'll think of something better while I'm a work and report back.
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I went to a church camp in the ninth gradre and some kid (I don't remember his name) kept approaching my friend Mike and I asking us if we wanted to smell his finger. We just kept telling him to fuck off. He also said a few other choice things such as:
"Have you ever put anything up your butt?"
"Once I put a carrot up my butt. It made my stomach hurt."
That was the last straw so Mike and I threw sand at him.
Oh yeah, this kid also ate toothpaste.