A Steaming Heap

Right now i am a bit pissed off. Tried to do a favor for a friend and they ended up lying to me and wasting my time. It usually takes a lot to piss me off and I am very rarely this mad. So annoyed I can't even calm down enough to sleep. I'll try to look on the bright side of things...

One trip to the local bar and I am more than thankful for my usual hermit like ways. I watched a drunk fellow stumble to his van, climb in and repeatedly slam shut the drivers side door. The door wasn't latching and so wouldn't stay closed. The genius of a fellow came up with a wonderful solution. Since slamming the door closed once didn't work then why not try eleven more times. He eventually drove off with the door hanging open. I hope he hit a ditched and died in a fire.

I heard the same joke three times from three different people. Watched 5 girls do the same backwards running in a spot thing and laugh after. Saw some rather hideous trendy looking fashions I shall never understand. There was a group of three fat chicks in clothing they must have purchased many years ago when they were anorexic as the clothes no longer fit properly. I also got to see a real life fight between two drunk men. Nothing quite like a fight to impress the ladies. I hate people. I think I needed a reminder of that as I have become far too cheery and optimistic as of late. Time for a smoke in the snow to cool down.

I wrote that last night at five in the morning and haven't edited it at all. It shall be a nice little reminder of my anger that I can look back on and laugh at. Some burger eating zombie mentioned ice cream and I am now craving some. I have no ice cream. Damn zombies.

What a Wonderful Waste

Today I was attempting to do some writing, I really thought I had something wonderful to write about, but it just didn't work out at all. It's been happening to me a lot lately. I have these wonderful thoughts and ideas so perfectly formed in my mind that just refuse to be put to paper. My mediocre idea escaped me, like so many others, and all I was left with was some dumb idea about keys.

The keys idea was all about how special and important a large amount of keys make people feel. Keys let you have access to things others don't. These areas are then exclusive to only those with keys and people like exclusivity. Why else would anyone want to carry around a large amount of keys around in their pocket? I don't know.

What a waste of a day. I have yet to accomplish anything with it. I never really accomplish anything with my days. I need some rum. Fuck I love rum. It will cure my cold for sure and if not I will be too drunk to care.