nothing seem to kill me no matter how hard i try, and nothing seems to break me, no matter how hard i fall...but i'm not invinsible at all, i know....

so........

i'm back. and before we go any further lets clarify a few things:

1. yes! i had a fucking blast!

2. yes, i did get naked by the end of it and had no real qualms about it

3. no, i didn't get laid

4. no...although it has eased up, the funk is here to last..but i'm strangely okay with that because i realized what the root of that funk was....and there's no much i can do about that but sit and wait for the answer.

anyway...before i get into the awesomeness that was the irie-state mon, i'm going to bitch and moan about the shit that went fuck-ed up-ed...why? cause this is me..and if you've read this lil peice of shit i call my blog for any amount of time, you realize nothing about me is candy kisses and rainbow dreams...everythings got a silver lining, sure, but for the most part..shit sucks..and you gotta laugh at it or it just becomes unbareable...

...or, if you can't laugh, per se..bitch about it in your blog so you feel a teeny tiny bit better and can perhaps realize that you aren't the only one who is irked beyond fucking belief at the shittiness that is humanity.

so, lets start with the fun fun experience of arriving at the airport in montego bay...which is two hours from negril where the dude and i stayed..only to get off the bus, and be told that your luggage is not there. cut scene, and move to the super clubs representative calling every bus driver and the resort..only to be told it was no where to be found. fast forward two hours to said representative telling me to go through the throngs of people awaiting to check in for their flights and look for my bag..to which i told her she could go fuck herself if she thought i was going to do that or if that would come to any kind of conclusion other than me getting weird ass looks from people.....and then end scene with my bag magically appearing out of absolutely nowhere at the ticketing counter. before sending it on it's merry way, i opted to open it...and guess what?! my shit was all shades of fucked up and disheveled; however, nothing was missing except my aloe vera.

odd?

you bet your fucking ass it was.

so anyway..great start to my day....and it only got better when i got on my plane and realized i was surrounded by....

drum roll please...

fucking children.

now, i understand that parents travel with their kids...i mean my parents did it with me; however, the difference between my parents and the parents of today is, simply put, respect.

i don't care how fuckign cute your little rugrat is, i don't care how fucking immune you are to his screaming/ ranting/raving/crying/high pitched squeals...i didn't pay full fare for my ticket to sit in fucking kinder care.

i shit you not a kid screamed the entire four hours from montego bay to charlotte, north carolina...and his parents didn't do shit about it. NOTHING..not one thing. they just sat there and would periodically tell the little shithead to stop crying/screaming.

and, as if the fucking baby with lungs of steel wasn't enough, there was the little boy who sat next to me who went absolutely nuts on the crying and screaming on the last 1.5 hours of the flight. he'd scream for his mom..then she'd pick him up and play with him..then he'd scream for his dad..then he screamed because they took his gameboy away on account of it being the final descent...then he went fucking ape shit when the mom took away his pacifier...

i really wanted to just verbally reem the parents of those two little fucker....but, i didn't...on account of me still fuming over the fact my luggage was missing-in-action for two hours and appeared, randomy, all rummaged through. call me a cunt or a bitch, but i'm not one to take out outside factors on someone who is undeserving..and although a verbal reeming for your child screaming is legit, a verbal reeming for the aforementioned reason with the added bonus of me being in a shite mood due to luggage issues, isn't cool.

regardless, that's absolute bullshit. i paid to have a quiet, peaceful, somewhat smooth flight...and yet retarded parents who lack all respect for anyone outside of their douchebag children fail to accomdate the needs of those around them. i didn't pay four hundred dollars to hear your little rugrat belt it out, or to watch you walk the little bitch up and down the aisles to "calm him down", or for my tray to become the row tray because your little shithead needs room to color, or to have your kid kick and grab at my seat because it thinks it's a toy.....

you. are. a. parent.

a parent in public, no less...show some fucking courtesy. you're kid a fuck tard when it comes to flying? give the little bastard something to knock him out during the flight...because one passed out child means a smooth flight not only for you, oh-mighty-ninja-of-the-toddler, it means a much better flight for those people unfortunate enough to be stuck in the vicinity of your little bitch-nugget.

anyway, stay tuned for the awesomeness that was my spring break, and a few photo's....my punk ass needs to get some non-pot induced sleep.