You Know What, Subconcious? Fuck You.

That's right, you heard me. I don't know what stunt you're trying to pull, but it is really pissing me off. So just quit it, okay? Don't make me come up there...
Sorry, a weird coincidence has come to pass and I've come to dislike it when I think about something and then, moments later, it happens. Because it really throws me off guard.
New topic! Yesterday was serious fucking fun. Just me and three friends, in a Jeep, which, although a highly unsafe vehicle, is a tremendously fun ride, especially when zooming along Deerfoot. We played pool, and DDR, and went to Denny's where the waitresses were staring at us because we were laughing like crazy. And then we went and ran through some city park sprinklers and got completely soaked, and there were these stupid little kids there who were complete fucktards and eventually we scared them away. I laughed pretty much the whole day, and we swore sufficiently, and it was just good ol' plain fun.
And now I need to go and battle with my teenage angst, because the bitch is welling up again but I really don't feel like being depressed, thankyou. I'll have to face this sooner or later, but not now. I want to be free just a little bit longer.

Musical Quote of the Day

"Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part
And you play your game
You give love a bad name"

-Jon Bon Jovi Title: You Give Love A Bad Name
T'is a wicked song.
Laundry time!