I'm in the red, 'cause my mind's distortin'
People claim they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm goin' to move mountains and touch the sun
Don't scared now; you knew this day would come
So hold your bids; all bets are closed
And fuck all you ho's
People claim they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm goin' to move mountains and touch the sun
Don't scared now; you knew this day would come
So hold your bids; all bets are closed
And fuck all you ho's
« Kid Rock, "Devil Without A Cause" »
I'm sick of people who hate on me for drinking when they themselves never have.
I'm sick of people ridiculing me for the things that I enjoy.
Go fuck off.
I'm sick of people ridiculing me for the things that I enjoy.
Go fuck off.
« Valancy Wilson »
People piss me off. This is nothing new; I know. I've a specific subset in mind this time, of course. This time, I'm talking about the oversensitive. The people who have never let a drop of alcohol touch their lips in their entire lifetime. The people who think less of me or dismiss my every action just because I like to indulge myself. That is total bullshit.
I went to Gaming Weekend last night. With Jon. And we both pre-gamed and brought bottles so that we could game. Apparently people complained that we reeked of alcohol. Keep in mind that Gaming Weekend invariably smells of unwashed nerd. These people complained that I smelled bad. Excrement of a male bovine, my friend.
After the concert tonight, Jon and I gamed at my place [some Potion, some straight Parrot Bay, some screwdrivers] and returned to Gaming Weekend. We, or rather I, received some stern warnings from people and plenty of cold shoulders, so we left. I feel bad, because I think Jon wanted to play some games. But I just wasn't in the mood to deal with that shit. And the more I felt the glares, the less I wanted to be around.
The concert itself was good. WPI concerts, by and large, suck ass. Why? Because SocComm doesn't allow fun. Can't mosh, can't slam. Whisky tango foxtrot. This time, I got in on an LnL pass [and gave my ticket to Liam] and Jon and I tore shit up. Best WPI concert I've been to. Hopefully Jon returns for Quadfest so we can have a repeat performance.
Yeah. So there was an up to the night, and a down. To summarize: People who don't understand me and don't even bother to try have no right to criticize my life, and I no longer have the time or tolerance to deal with them. Jon is the man, and he's closer to me than blood could ever symbolize.
Here's to you and here's to me. Good night.