1.21.2006

 

I'm getting a gun. Seriously.

I'm so fucking sick of the ghetto.

I'm sick of everything in it...about it...the goddam people...the mentality...and the attitude.

As I sit here at 4 am listening to incredibly loud and blaring techno music come from the apartment complex across the street while waiting for the police to arrive, I have time to contemplate life's complexities...

Oh no, wait...this gives me time to think about who the hell might have been banging on my front door an hour ago...basically, that's what woke me up in the first place, but it didn't wake me up enough to figure out what was going on and have me call the police then...

On top of this, I had my first experience substitute teaching today (yesterday?)...and, let me tell you, I pretty sure I learned a hell-of-a-lot more than any student did. By the time I left that school, I had been threatened, called many a name (I'm not really bothered the least bit by this...), and, of course, been deemed a racist four times (well, four incidents by two different girls).

I had to explain to one girl that her being an asshole didn't have much to do with her race...but, if she wanted to think that I was racist, she could go right ahead.

Anyway, I know that I'm dealing with kids...I'm trying not to take it personally...because it's not. I know this.

But, my general anger at society fire has just been flaming particularly hot today...and then I abstract it and apply it to the fact that I live in a country that's doing it's best to keep people like me from ever having children or a family...because, gee wizz, look how great all the hetro's kids turned out! Hell, if the homos ever get their hands on the ability to marry or raise children, society will be in shambles and completely destroyed!

Well, the news is...we're already there, and I'm pretty sure that the gays didn't take the lead...but, hell, maybe they....um, I mean we, did.

Ok. I figure the cops came and told that complete fucking idiot to turn off his music...and maybe he even suggested that Apt. Idiot turn his speaker towards the inside of his apartment, rather than the street...Whoa! Whatta concept!

Comments:
Your loud assholes sound like the guys who used to live in the apt beneath mine 4 yrs ago. They were real classy --- every night around 11 they'd start the "music". THUMPA THUMPA THUMPA. I bet I went downstairs 30+ times to ask them to turn that shit down. Somehow they'd conveniently forget about turning it down the next time.

My favorite excuse for the loud music? "My boyfriend was modeling his new swim trunks for me and he needed a beat."

Hmmm. A beating sounds more like it. These two dorkass hipster club rats eventually moved out and peace was restored.

I vote "yes" on the gun! Violence is the answer!
 
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