Chapter 09

I realize that this rant comes much, much too late to be left as is, so I'm giving the warning now that it is far outdated. I just don't know when the fuck I said it, I've no mind for numbers or dates and shit like that, it gets all jumbled in my head, and I have no use for the nonsense. I also realize that I have eaten many of the words that I am about to write, but can I truly call myself dedicated if I change the story of how I feel on the basis of the simple fact that I was wrong? No, fuck that...that is the way of the coward...

Here's your rant:

Holy fuck, I'm feeling mighty fucked up right now. how much did I drnk tonight? Probably, considering my current financial status, way too damned much. My head's all swimmy, I feel like my head being...fucking...I dont' know, I'm searching ofr words to explain how I feel, but it is not coming out properly, or...at least...not intelligently.

The Red Wings took game one of the first round. Fuck YES!!! I apologize to Oilers fans...wait, fuck that,no I don't, burn in hell, Edmonton is going down, and going down hard. The Stanley fucking Cup is coming home to Detroit, bitches!!.

Anyway, as I'm sure I've likely pissed off at least one person who ever looks at this, not that I rightly care, give me Red Wings or give me FUCKING DEATH!!! GO WINGS FUCKING GO!!!

Alright, enough propoganda, people are entitled to their choice of hockey teams, problem is if it is not the Wings, YOU ARE FUCKED.

Tequila straight up...take on that shit. Glad I hit that up at the early stages of the night after the Wings won the first game of their first-round series, else it might have fucked me up a whole lot worse. Another great night out with friends, as you may have guessed, this one at Dooly's. Glad most of the drinks were covered by cash, lest I rack up too much debt on my chequing account. Pool and drinks of all assortments. Fun times. Old friends, loved ones, and alchohol, why can't every night be like this? Fuck the world and its rules, I loathe the bitches that created money, currency is the bane, and now, unfortunately, the lynchpin, of society. Fuck that shit! What the fuck!?

Way too much alchohol for one night...then again, I wouldn't be wiritng had I not drank the amount that I did, isn't that right? So you fucks should thank me, else you'd have nothing new to read here, and you'd be wallowing in your own despair at my lack of new things to say to bring intrigue and interest to your lives.

I'm just rambling shit at this point, it's not like I give a shit if it makes any sense. Sometimes, that is the whole point, to make no sense. Just ramble on about shit that means nothing because it is barely coherant. Fuckety fuck fuxors. that was sort of random, I'm not overly sure why I just thought that.

Disturbed on my roommate's Ipod, Shout 2000. Good shit.

I'm losing concentration, I'm going to stop now.