you were never a good friend, you were never a good lay, you were never very kind and you let me way down everytime. let me count the ways i adore you

1. i think there should be some kind of rule that decript old scary looking people shouldn't be allowed out in public. it's frightening. i know it sounds mean, but if you're so old that you're actually out and about with an oxygen tank, a walker, and enough physical force to take a step maybe every other minute...i'm thinking you shouldn't be out and about in the free world, let alone behind the wheel of a car to unleash yourself in the free world. seriously, it was like night of the living dead at the grocery store today.

2. reasons not to push the brake pedal:

• there's a merge approaching
• getting off on an exit
• picking up your self phone/texting someone
  
• checking out how you look in the rear view mirror
• trying to change lanes
• make-up application
• reading, of any kind..including street signs. you miss it, turn around and back track.
• you enjoy changing your break pads every few months
• [insert all the other reasons i could go into but can't because i'm thinking i should probably study for my test seeing as it's in less than twelve hours.]
  

3. anybody else get nauseated when they hear a taco bell commercial and the only three words spoken are "half pound burrito"?

4. i'm really not meant for dieting. i hate tuna fish with a passion, and that's basically all i can have outside of chicken. i hate chicken, too. i can't live on protien shakes...so, ummm..anyone have any good tuna fish recipes?

5. i'm uber excited for next monday because i have tool tickets!! (aww yeyeah motha fuckah!) and it couldn't be more perfect seeing as the concert venue is all of a block away, i don't have to pay for parking, and i can even go to one of my night classes on monday without missing any of the concert...

and of course, nothing in my life can go as planned, or per my perfection...and the person i was supposed to go see tool with assed-the-fuck-out on me! his favorite band, i buy him fantastic front row tickets, he won't fucking go. rephrase...his girlfriend won't let him visit on a weekday.

ain't that some shit?

so now i have no one to go with, and i'm too much of a pussy to go myself. i thought about selling the extra ticket, but i really don't want to be sitting there next to some weirdo i don't know for three hours....and everyone i know in town has tickets already. so, basically i'm proper fucked....

anyone want to go to tool with me?!

oh, and once again: GO PATRIOTS!