fuck

this isn't going to be a good post. i discovered the secret recipie for ambrosia. it's 2 parts vodka (svedka), 1 part red bull, 9.9 parts fuck you. i'm generally an angry person, which would logically imply that the issue isn't really with what i have issues with, it's a personal problem. but i would like to dispute that with the following 2 points: 1. if i'm a legal adult and responsible for the consequencenes of my own decisions, then why are there things like seat belt laws and anti-suicide laws? 2. fuck you. so there have been a lot of people on tv recently saying that sara palin won the debait w/ biden. i played soccer the other day, and won the lottery. those who know me realize that last sentence didn't happen for at least 2 reasons, the rest of you shouldn't be reading this, it's a crap blog i made for my friends taht i love, and if you want to read you can, but i have a secret message for you, it will follow the following two vertically oriented little white dots: i don't give a fuck. there are some that don't seem to believe me when i say i don't care. i think the're projecting - they always care, so i must. this is a running issue. one thing that may be lost int he clean text may be the fack that i'm on my 5th red bull of the day. and it's warm. and 411 am. and i have relations with your mother. and i was just watching old snl sean connery jeapordy skits. i'm gonna sit here and watch old louis c k skits 'til people stop being shit-for-brains apes with pico-second attention spans. maybe i am fucked up. maybe i have traded sympathy for the ability to pass calculus with zero effort and on a strict steel reserve diet. maybe i'll disover the secret to liveing forever and it's a near light-speed collision with a bottle of 5 hour energy. maybe if i headbutt everyone i meet i'll get a record deal. maybe if i had tits life would be easier. maybe anyone still reading this should be wondering why. maybe i am andy. is this how i'm supposed to feel? permenantly hopelessly pissed? emotionally constipated untill inebrated? i got pulled over 2 nights ago because the seat belt was rubbing against my neck, so i stuck it under my armpit. some naperville cop gave me a stern lecture about the internal organ damage that could do. nevermind the fact i was doign 35. today there were 6 squads on farnsworth just south of 88 all radaring. serve and protect my asss. who the fuck pulls over a guy in a $200 car and gives him a $55 seat belt ticket? i realize yr below quota because people are driving less because the economy's currently trying to fuck itself in the ear, but jesus christ, i'm driving a car i probably couldn't sell to anybody but a junk yard at this point and you're gonna try and make quota off of me? do i look like i have money to burn? do i look like i 'm just fuckin around? or do i look like a desperate jaded musician that'd be homeless or living with his parents if it wasn't for his supremely supportive girlfriend? fuck you.