Unacceptable

The title describes the amount of things I feel are pressing in my life right now. A ridiculously unacceptable amount. Trying to graduate from fucking college is harder than going to college.

Tangent:
P.S. If you've never listened to U.N.K.L.E. do yourself a favor and check it out. Hit me up I'll get it in your grubby little hands somehow.

Reverse Tangent:
You are alone? Maybe I can help you. Not likely. Especially if you are a dude. Or in excess of 180 pounds. That would just be unreal. And I was thinking, well maybe female body builders would be something I could let slide. But that shit is weird. So, no.

I don't know what the fuck is going on in my life lately. I have little direction and care even less. But instead of going into one of those "what is my life for" self groveling things, I'm going to tell you what my life isn't for.

1. Leaving highway cones neatly where they were placed.

2. Paying for tranny hookers.

3. Not eating hush puppies everytime I drink at Robbies.

4. Spending any more time not being this guy's friend.



5. Listening to music featuring the slide guitar for more than a single solo per album.

6. Playing Monopoly until the end of the game.

6b. Playing the banker in Monopoly fairly.

7. Dealing with messicans writing up my satellite parking ticket while I'm trying to get on my goddamn Delta flight.

8. Writing nursery rhymes that do not include fire and brimstone.

9. Any sort of financial accounting.

10. Tenth item.

Here, have some money. I didn't find it on a coked out hooker I beat with a bat.