My band played another show last night. We made noise come out of speakers. Some liked it and i`m sure there were plenty who didn't. Oh well. I do enjoy it either way. Plus, Mom and sis tapped the rockies while in attendance, so its all good. I feel more comfortable yelling like an idiot in a garage then i do talking in a class or talking to a girl. Does this mean something? I'm sure it does and I have a few ideas what it could be. Am I ready to dig up and examine those bones? Eh, perhaps another time. I'll keep them to myself for now, much like plenty of other thoughts that cross my mind like a busy freeway.
Another pet peeve crossed my mind today while at my job-
Parents who bring their children into public places and don't pay any mind to them:
We've all seen this occurrence. They have a class or a "parents" meeting to attend and they decided to let their snot face little brats run wild while they sit and forget about their existence for a brief moment. Trust me, I couldn't blame them but when it starts putting myself in a position where I have to play babysitter, no thanks. Maybe I need to gain patience, but sometimes I wouldn't be saddened if a snake or a rabies infested raccoon got a piece of their demon spawn. Not to kill them, I'm not some freak, but to only cause them to have to interrupt their sorry excuse for a guardian's mind vacation and thus resulting in them having to step up and do something.
In conclusion, if you don't plan on keeping an eye on your kid when you leave the house, I have a couple alternatives.
1. Stay in the fucking house.
2. Shoot yourself in the dick.
3. Get your tubes tied.
Thank you..
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