Black and Golds
It seems like I always get yelled at on major holidays. And as much
as I hate to say it, I’m fairly alarmed here. That doesn’t give me the
hopeful feeling I’m supposed to have on days like that, but what the
hell. Bitching is not the answer, and I have only a couple days to
prepare for Presidents Day, so time is of the essence. I plan on
locking myself in my room and disconnecting the Phone and Ethernet
lines as well as hiding under my blanket.
Next on the Agenda:
Pants! I have Pants! And a belt to match. In
fact, it even fits!
I spent hours today with two and possibly three
people that mean a lot to me. Movies, Dinner, Shopping, Illicit
activities, Stabbing, and Nudity were all there. I spent 7 Dollars,
that’s right…7 Dollars on Cigarettes I never plan to smoke, but hope
to encase in a silver casket, which I will use to freak the bejesus
out of passers by. Black and Golds even look like James Bond would
smoke them.
Oh,
and have I mentioned that I’m a different person than I was a month
ago.
I feel like I’ve been abused the last few weeks and now I finally
have the nerve to stand up and say “You’re Fucking Nuts!” and get on
with my life. (Also, that was my first use of profanity on
CorkontheFork.com)
I swear to God, I’ve never felt so bad and so
good in one day. I must have spent 4 hours driving today, here and
there, and everywhere in between. I have books to read, People to talk
to, and Events to attend.
In Other News:
– Electric Nachos?
– I
reiterate what a mistake it was to invent the telephone
– Does
anyone know where I can get a silver Cigarette Case and/or Matching
Flask?
– Get Ready Stevo, the Arm is Golden and I finally have
freedom to give me strength.
You’re Clearly
Insane.