No Laughing Matter

title makes absolutely no sense and in no way makes a connection to the actual body of this blog.

but, it sounds neat.

i used to fill up white spaces like this with grand, nonsensical rants, but not lately.

its been interesting for me recently, i wouldnt say its been a string of bad occurences but at the very least, different from the usual. for instance, if you said to the driver of an oncoming car, you're not gonna hit me, you'd expect that person to try and avoid you. then again, you wouldnt expect that person to be your ex.. and hit you anyways. nothing like getting run over on a friday night to kick off your weekend. i survived though, and now i achieve typing only through the nimbleness of my toes.

well, okay, not really. i still function at a 6th grader's mental capacity with little difficulty. no meager hit and run can harm me. i speak like that when in fact i might weigh 80lbs soaking wet with a midget strapped to my back before i've gone to the shitter but after a very big, rib-eye dinner and a gallon of milk.

i'd tell you why i got run over but i'm not going to. my friends who were there spread the word so quickly that i've told the story more times than michael jackson's been accused of diddling a little boy. which is by my count, plenty.

work sucks. for most people that is. i have no hand in those groups of people that hate their jobs. i like mine, mainly because its not like working at all. furthermore i get paid nicely. for the level that i'm at that is. don't get disgruntled, don't go postal. get a better job people. stop bickering and do what you wanna do. who cares how much it pays when you're happy doing what you do. stop living in illusions of granduer. money will come later.

first, find something you won't wake up to one miserable morning and flush your cute little mcdonalds apron down the toilet to later get clogged and find yourself wallowing knee deep in last night's liquor-induced bowel movements, instead burn it.

like cars? go out and work on em for a living, dude think about it.. you're spending buttloads of cash on your respective pieces of garbage (don't worry, i'm not biased on any one brand of automobile, i think they all suck equally). anyways, you're spending cash on your car and your paying others to work on it, you like cars so much, learn about them through literature, why not get paid doing something you like? i certainly don't mind waking up to work on them. its easy, eventually gets easy i mean, and you make a profit. wow. thats amazing. i think its time for a self high-five, ready.. go.

onto more rants. i hate it when people tell me don't do this, don't do that. how bout you don't fucking tell me what not to do. tell ya what, the next time you see that person who thinks they know better for you, bitchslap them and tell them a voice in your head, who to your disapproval sounded like gilbert gottfried, told you to. no imaginary light bulbs? he was the voice of iaggo the parrot from aladdin. i hate that though, do what you want, because if it'll keep you happy, keep you preoccuppied or keep you in the hospital for much more than you can afford, go and do it.

that's all the PMS-y outrage i can muster.

feels good to go for broke.

until next rant.