My OperaA Person's Logic
Monday, October 29, 2007 3:44:19 AM
What is the limit for how far a person will actually think, honestly? When does someone get to the point of "maybe this isn't a good idea"? It blows my mind to witness someone do or say something with absolutely no sense.
Allow me to elaborate.
I received a call at 12:30pm today from a friend I saw last night. Here is the conversation paraphrased to support my point and add a smidge of humor.
Ring ring
"Hello?"
"Hi Austin, this is Ashley!"
"Oh hey! How are you?"
"I'm fine. Hey, what are your plans for the day?"
"Not shit."
"Cool, would you be interested in driving 45 minutes out of your way to come help my friend--whom you've never met--move furniture out of her apartment?"
"How's three o'clock?"
"Well I was hoping for something a bit sooner."
"...I'll get back to you. Bye."
Click
Why bother asking me to do something that I don't want to do for someone that I don't even know? Why would you continue your bullshit by expecting me to fit into your time frame? We're not even that great of friends anyway. suckmydickplzkthnxbye.
And another thing! Why is it so damn cool to steal? My 15-year-old brother asks to trade my friend, Michael, one of his cigarettes for a zippo he stole at the local gas station. Stop being a parasite on society, go to fucking school, get a job at White Castle when you're 16 and support your own addiction to weed and starter fluid you sad, sad, little boy. If you want a cigarette so bad, you can build a time machine and go back to the day when you first lit up. Go punch yourself in the dick then wait until you're 18 before you pick up the habit, so you can buy your own fucking pack!
And what the fuck is up with Prada?!
You think because everyone adores your fashion that your 2007 fall line can look like you slathered a bunch of models in foundation and dipped them in a giant dustpan. What is up with the easter grass fringe and the bulbous vests that look as if they're sheared right off the sheep? Your new shoes and headbands look like the cockpit to an airliner, and don't get me started on those wretched beanies. Stick to gloves and handbags. Stop trying to be edgy, because it just looks flat-out rifuckulous.
I'm just glad that these people are only a massage therapist, a miniature drug addict, and a fashion designer rather than the people who are running this country. Next time you talk to a politician, ask them what the think about Prada's new clothes.
Allow me to elaborate.
I received a call at 12:30pm today from a friend I saw last night. Here is the conversation paraphrased to support my point and add a smidge of humor.
Ring ring
"Hello?"
"Hi Austin, this is Ashley!"
"Oh hey! How are you?"
"I'm fine. Hey, what are your plans for the day?"
"Not shit."
"Cool, would you be interested in driving 45 minutes out of your way to come help my friend--whom you've never met--move furniture out of her apartment?"
"How's three o'clock?"
"Well I was hoping for something a bit sooner."
"...I'll get back to you. Bye."
Click
Why bother asking me to do something that I don't want to do for someone that I don't even know? Why would you continue your bullshit by expecting me to fit into your time frame? We're not even that great of friends anyway. suckmydickplzkthnxbye.
And another thing! Why is it so damn cool to steal? My 15-year-old brother asks to trade my friend, Michael, one of his cigarettes for a zippo he stole at the local gas station. Stop being a parasite on society, go to fucking school, get a job at White Castle when you're 16 and support your own addiction to weed and starter fluid you sad, sad, little boy. If you want a cigarette so bad, you can build a time machine and go back to the day when you first lit up. Go punch yourself in the dick then wait until you're 18 before you pick up the habit, so you can buy your own fucking pack!
And what the fuck is up with Prada?!
You think because everyone adores your fashion that your 2007 fall line can look like you slathered a bunch of models in foundation and dipped them in a giant dustpan. What is up with the easter grass fringe and the bulbous vests that look as if they're sheared right off the sheep? Your new shoes and headbands look like the cockpit to an airliner, and don't get me started on those wretched beanies. Stick to gloves and handbags. Stop trying to be edgy, because it just looks flat-out rifuckulous.
I'm just glad that these people are only a massage therapist, a miniature drug addict, and a fashion designer rather than the people who are running this country. Next time you talk to a politician, ask them what the think about Prada's new clothes.
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