England Beat Canada In Fishing? BULLSHIT!!!!!
Today is awful. Not only did Canada lose to England in fishing of all sports..
But something happened last night that upset me. And no it didn't involve Russians or Cubans or Colombians
or Saddam.. Cos "We Got Him". More on the following can be found at
Letters To God.
1. I'm hungover.
2. I had to go to work today in the same clothes I wore yesterday (what does that mean. I didn't go home)
3. I had to leave work because I was sick.
4. I FUCKING HATE STIXX! I'm going to punch his face and break his teeth.
5. THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR WERE STOLEN! THE FRUITS MAN! THE FRUITS!
6. I AM DIS-SATISFIED!
I don't give a fuck if dis-satisfied isn't a word. That's the only way I can explain how I'm feeling today.
The run down for anyone who hasn't heard is as follows:
1. Planned to go to movies with chicks.. Nikki and Alex all by myself.
2. Went to studio to check Stixx's work. Which was awesome. Than invited Clay and Stixx to the movies to be nice.
3. Conversed evenly with everyone.
4. Finished the movie
5. Clay went home
6. Went back to Dennis's place where:
I BOUGHT A CASE A BEER WITH CASH I BORROWED OFF DENNIS.
I CONVINCED THE CHICKS THAT THEY HAD TO STAY.
I GOT EVERYTHING ROLLING TOWARDS THE SWIM.
I PLAYED IT COOL FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE.
I WENT SWIMMING AND MASSAGED THE CHICKS.
I ONCE AGAIN PLAYED IT COOL.
I WATCHED STIXX FOLLOW THEM TO THE BATHROOM.. (Following someone into the bathroom is not my thing)
I HAD STIXX TELL ME TO FUCK OFF.
I HAD DENNIS CALM ME DOWN WITH DOPE.
I WATCHED APEX TWIN CLIPS. AND KOKOMO BY THE BEACH BOYS.. OH MY GOD! KOKOMO!
I DECLARED A ROYAL TRASHING AND PROCEEDED TO VOMIT UPON MYSELF.
I SPENT THE REST OF THE EVENING ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR.
WHILE ALL THE TIME STIXX STOLE THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR
HE STOLE THE FUCKING FRUITS!
THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR.
THE FRUITS I WORKED FOR.
THE FRUITS THAT HAVE NOW GONE BAD.
THE FRUITS I REALLY WANTED TO TASTE.
So I got up in the morning. Watched Dennis kick Stixx out.. Again.
Meanwhile the whole time stixx defended his honor.
Got on a train. Went to work. Saw Jeff. Vomited. Came Home. Saw Kansas.
And did a variety of other shit.
I'm not happy today. I Don't want to talk to anyone. Maybe Jeff and Richards and captain Smack
From Planet Ketamine. Because I know that those dudes wouldn't fuck me in the ass like Pablo has many a time and
Like Stixx would.. I just dont want to talk to Allan as he's in on the whole thing. Quiet motherfucker. He's got dirt on everyone.
So my plan of action is.
1. go to all the gigs in summer without anyone in my band.
2. Next time I get a chick. I don't tell anyone and take her out by myself.
3. Never talk to Alex or Nikki again unless there is a guaranteed prospectus.
4. Possibly take the Captian Smack approach and get hermit on all of your asses.
5. Never drink 10 beers and smoke buckets again. I know I've said it before.. One day I'll learn.
6. Pick the fruits before any cunt can get to them.
7. Place a curse on my band members (apart from Allan) that they get some bazaar form of genital disease.
8. KICK THE SHIT OUT OF STIXX.
Why is it that some my closest friends are assholes?
Maybe they're not my friends at all. Just acquaintances that I work with by contract.
Austin.