Dear [insert god or goddess of your choice here]:
Make me rich so that I can afford to live out the dream I spoke of in a previous blog entry.
"I want to be a hermit. I want to buy a large plot of wooded land and clear out a big circle right in the middle. That's where I'll build my dream house. Not only will it be surrounded by trees, but I will also have constructed a 10 foot tall stone fence surrounding the entire property with a big steel gate as the only method of entry. I will grow my own vegetables and raise my own livestock. I will shop solely through the internet. I will surround myself only with the people whom I DON'T despise."
Anyway, tonight I was standing on the balcony of my hotel, having a nice little conversation with the man who rented the room a few doors down from me, when 3 guys on crotch rockets came barrelling into the parking lot at roughly the speed of stupid. One of them nearly hit a parked car.
He narrowly avoided this grisly fate, and I was disappointed, as I was ready to rush inside for my camera.
So many of these guys pass through here that I've been tempted to sprinkle tacks around on the parking lot just to see one of them fly over his handlebars when his tires pop. Fucking morons. If you're going to climb on a bike and ride it the way they do, you deserve every damn thing you get.
So...I finished my conversation with the nice man in 224 and walked over to Denny's to have a milkshake and work on the other blog I posted tonight.
Earlier today, Masokyst and I were in that same Denny's and there was this woman working there who had an annoying and loud voice. And she just kept talking...and talking...and talking.
Apparently that bitch worked a double shift tonight.
Now I have a headache.
People suck.
Thank you.
Amen.
