It can be summed up no simpler than this: "holy huge fucking update batman". Thank you Brad, thank you. Honestly, I'm sorry if you read all that, but its a lead into what I've got to talk about now.
First off. I don't like Aquafina water. What the fuck is that fizz when you open it. Thats supposed to happen to sodas. They are carbonated, ok cool. But what the fuck is up when you open BOTTLED WATER and it lets lose air like that? I drank it because I was hot, sweaty, hot and sweaty, and just about dehydrated. In fact, I drank two.
Las Vegas sucks. Yeah its a great town to visit, but don't you dare think about moving your family here to live. There are few available jobs, unless you want to become a "professional gambler." The casinos are always hiring, until you run out of money of course. Professional Gambler is synonymous with, drunken person who doesn't know they suck at what they're doing, and lose their money, in between rare wins.
Not only are there few jobs, but its hot. Fuck that! Its not hot, its FUCKING HOT! And not the girls, although there have been many-a-cute-girl seen by these eyes, I do say. But the temperature, jesus christ! What a fuckin' joke. I am surprised my skin is still intact to the bone, or whatever, I'm still in one unmelted piece, living here for 9 years. 36 days until I move off to college. University of Colorado at Boulder. I can't wait. Yes, I hate smoke, yet I'm moving to Colorado. Ironic isn't it?
I despise smoking. I can see an attractive girl before my eyes, and think, wow she's hot. And then all of a sudden, she lights a cigarette, and I'm like.. Where'd she go? Smoking is one of the singly most... icky... for lack of a better word... habits of which I can think. Although, those people that get pissed when you end a sentence with a preposition, those people need to be shot.
Star Wars. There's something I like. I am a fan of Star Wars. I'll openly admit it. Although, those people that sit in front of the movie theater camped out for a month, or even a night. Those people are fuckin' insane. I am thoroughly disappointed to know there are people that are that obsessed with the movies. I am in love with Yoda. Yoda is so fuckin' cool. You think Sam Jackson is a badass. Yoda with a lightsaber. My god, I'm surprised I didn't die in the theater, that was so fuckin' awesome. Sam Jackson with his purple lightsaber, yeah thats cool. You're badass purple lightsaber and all. But you know what. Yoda could pimp your ass and you wouldn't even know it, WITH HIS GREEN GENERIC LIGHTSABER. Deal with it. Yoda > Purple Lightsaber. Old, cane using mofo.. Its all a guise. Kicked ass. - More later. Again, I have the attention span of a small insect.
My dad doesn't eat meat. Last time I got to order pizza, I was told to order a Olive and Pineapple.. or whatever Pizza for my dad, and I got Pepperoni. Cool. I call up. I order, and we get it. I eat some pizza. My dad comes in, he takes a look at the pizza, and calls my name in the way you know I'm in a deep shit. I'm like, in a minute. And he and my mother repeatedly call me down to the point where I have to come down now just to shut them up. What did you order? What you told me, Sausage and Pineapple. And my dad looks at me dumbfounded. And I'm like, what? Sausage is Pig (supposedly), Pig is Meat. My dad hasn't eaten meat on purpose since before my sister was in school (She's seven and a half years older than me.) Oops! Hold that over my head for four years why don't you? Then, he's like, I'm not eating this, so I'm like, cool, breakfast tomorrow. He won't eat it, I apologize, my mom picks it all off. He won't eat it. I go to bed, wake up all excited thinking I've got cold pizza for breakfast. I get downstairs, open the fridge, no pizza. What the fuck? "Mom, where the pizza?" - "He ate it." - "What?" - My dad ate the whole damned pizza between the time I went to bed and woke up. The pizza he wouldn't touch last night is all being digested now. What the hell? No pizza for me.
First off. I don't like Aquafina water. What the fuck is that fizz when you open it. Thats supposed to happen to sodas. They are carbonated, ok cool. But what the fuck is up when you open BOTTLED WATER and it lets lose air like that? I drank it because I was hot, sweaty, hot and sweaty, and just about dehydrated. In fact, I drank two.
Las Vegas sucks. Yeah its a great town to visit, but don't you dare think about moving your family here to live. There are few available jobs, unless you want to become a "professional gambler." The casinos are always hiring, until you run out of money of course. Professional Gambler is synonymous with, drunken person who doesn't know they suck at what they're doing, and lose their money, in between rare wins.
Not only are there few jobs, but its hot. Fuck that! Its not hot, its FUCKING HOT! And not the girls, although there have been many-a-cute-girl seen by these eyes, I do say. But the temperature, jesus christ! What a fuckin' joke. I am surprised my skin is still intact to the bone, or whatever, I'm still in one unmelted piece, living here for 9 years. 36 days until I move off to college. University of Colorado at Boulder. I can't wait. Yes, I hate smoke, yet I'm moving to Colorado. Ironic isn't it?
I despise smoking. I can see an attractive girl before my eyes, and think, wow she's hot. And then all of a sudden, she lights a cigarette, and I'm like.. Where'd she go? Smoking is one of the singly most... icky... for lack of a better word... habits of which I can think. Although, those people that get pissed when you end a sentence with a preposition, those people need to be shot.
Star Wars. There's something I like. I am a fan of Star Wars. I'll openly admit it. Although, those people that sit in front of the movie theater camped out for a month, or even a night. Those people are fuckin' insane. I am thoroughly disappointed to know there are people that are that obsessed with the movies. I am in love with Yoda. Yoda is so fuckin' cool. You think Sam Jackson is a badass. Yoda with a lightsaber. My god, I'm surprised I didn't die in the theater, that was so fuckin' awesome. Sam Jackson with his purple lightsaber, yeah thats cool. You're badass purple lightsaber and all. But you know what. Yoda could pimp your ass and you wouldn't even know it, WITH HIS GREEN GENERIC LIGHTSABER. Deal with it. Yoda > Purple Lightsaber. Old, cane using mofo.. Its all a guise. Kicked ass. - More later. Again, I have the attention span of a small insect.
My dad doesn't eat meat. Last time I got to order pizza, I was told to order a Olive and Pineapple.. or whatever Pizza for my dad, and I got Pepperoni. Cool. I call up. I order, and we get it. I eat some pizza. My dad comes in, he takes a look at the pizza, and calls my name in the way you know I'm in a deep shit. I'm like, in a minute. And he and my mother repeatedly call me down to the point where I have to come down now just to shut them up. What did you order? What you told me, Sausage and Pineapple. And my dad looks at me dumbfounded. And I'm like, what? Sausage is Pig (supposedly), Pig is Meat. My dad hasn't eaten meat on purpose since before my sister was in school (She's seven and a half years older than me.) Oops! Hold that over my head for four years why don't you? Then, he's like, I'm not eating this, so I'm like, cool, breakfast tomorrow. He won't eat it, I apologize, my mom picks it all off. He won't eat it. I go to bed, wake up all excited thinking I've got cold pizza for breakfast. I get downstairs, open the fridge, no pizza. What the fuck? "Mom, where the pizza?" - "He ate it." - "What?" - My dad ate the whole damned pizza between the time I went to bed and woke up. The pizza he wouldn't touch last night is all being digested now. What the hell? No pizza for me.
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