Sunday, earthday, picnic failure. balboa parking, and elitist hippies.
at the end of all that my final conclusion was that I wanted to get a flat bed truck and haul a bottle nose dolphin to the middle of the park, douse it in gasoline and set it on fire. then perform an impromptu interperative dance to the sounds of the dolphins death screams.
i was not a happy boy
so instead I went to olive garden with some friends, then went to boomers and kicked ass at putt putt, then drove to Anaheim and saw Type O Negative and Celtic Frost at disney land. very fucking odd. then drove strait to work and slept in the parking lot. YAY!
oh yea, mus'n't forget that while sitting in traffic leaving balboa after not finding parking and being hung over from the night before and not having eaten, I decided to eat the party platter of snacks I had brought for the picnic. and while using my knife to open the cheese sliced a nice gaping wound in the tip of my left index finger, and proceeded to bleed all over the place. cheese was still good.
.....c'mon, it's cheese, a little blood never hurt anybody.
then when I finaly got to north county to meet my friends the parking lot there was bad and I tweaked the fuck out. all my windows down yelling obscenities at everyone near me. in the process of parking I ripped my finger back open and almost instantly my left arm was covered in blood. finally park in front of a starbucks and there were 4 old women sitting out front laughing at me. it was at this point, that I lost it. Just fucking flipped and went the route of, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING!" and started walking towards them, left arm bloody, planning on doing i-don't-know-what..........they stopped laughing then my friend ran over and grabbed me, and we went to olive garden, i had cheesy raviolis
at the end of all that my final conclusion was that I wanted to get a flat bed truck and haul a bottle nose dolphin to the middle of the park, douse it in gasoline and set it on fire. then perform an impromptu interperative dance to the sounds of the dolphins death screams.
i was not a happy boy
so instead I went to olive garden with some friends, then went to boomers and kicked ass at putt putt, then drove to Anaheim and saw Type O Negative and Celtic Frost at disney land. very fucking odd. then drove strait to work and slept in the parking lot. YAY!
oh yea, mus'n't forget that while sitting in traffic leaving balboa after not finding parking and being hung over from the night before and not having eaten, I decided to eat the party platter of snacks I had brought for the picnic. and while using my knife to open the cheese sliced a nice gaping wound in the tip of my left index finger, and proceeded to bleed all over the place. cheese was still good.
.....c'mon, it's cheese, a little blood never hurt anybody.
then when I finaly got to north county to meet my friends the parking lot there was bad and I tweaked the fuck out. all my windows down yelling obscenities at everyone near me. in the process of parking I ripped my finger back open and almost instantly my left arm was covered in blood. finally park in front of a starbucks and there were 4 old women sitting out front laughing at me. it was at this point, that I lost it. Just fucking flipped and went the route of, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING!" and started walking towards them, left arm bloody, planning on doing i-don't-know-what..........they stopped laughing
then my friend ran over and grabbed me, and we went to olive garden, i had cheesy raviolis VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
Hahahahaha. I can just imagine you yelling at four old ladies and their instant change in demeanor. Haha, you rock.