..Like a muthafuckin' state fair and shit.
Let me just state this:
I hate this state.
At one point, it was alright, and lead to some badass adventures and shit... right before my IQ became a 2. Now, I feel the need rant at this, the current, point.
Physically, Mentally, and even Emotionally... I'm fuckin' eroding. I'm sure I could make an intelligent-sounding argument, but who the fuck cares... this ranting is just to, perhaps, make me feel a bit better:
(edit: let's get sarcastic and shit)
I love small towns.
I love small town mentalities.
I love having to dumb-down every single word I say.
I love the fucking heat.
I love the Southern accent..
I love about 117 other things I could go on about...
Shit, you know what, I should write some fucking travel brochures for this piece of buttfuck... I'm sure the tourists would be all over it.
Now chittlins, let's bypass the negativity and get to the point...
I need the fuck outta here stat! ...or something. I haven't done a damn thing that'd qualify as moderately epic in a long damn time... and it fucking irks me to no end.
Maybe I'm at that point... the one where your inner-self says: "yeah, you used to be somebody.."
Fuck it.
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