split a bundle with a friend over 4 hours ago, did 3 of the 7 bags and im still pretty fucked up. I had to stop and think about what exactly I just did since then and remembered I took the dog for a really long walk. Just put my headphones on and just kept walking...
Sometimes I get down on myself for getting high but then other times I just accept it for what it is and look at the bright side, I can get quality dope for a good price and still get up for work tomorrow and tear shit up like I always do. Had to take these Highway Safety classes over the past three days and had like a 20 minute conversation with the counselor in front of the rest of the "class" over whether I was doing anything overly malicious to society and all she kept falling back on was "but youre ruining your potential!"
bitch, you know how many people cant even hold a job when theyre sober?
So I'm not gonna graduate from Yardale with a 4.0 grade point average, better make me sit through several hours of "treatment" as a result right?
man it pisses me off how much shit you take if you even hint that you still are going to take drugs after you "graduate". Yet theres people on both sides of me talking about how theyre only going to get drunk on the weekends and make sure they never drink and drive again. And she's all smiling like she just fucking cured someone, like she's fucking Jesus.
such double standards, and if I dont like how a game is being played im gonna take my ball and go the fuck home.
when my Dad asked if I was going to get drug tested before going into jail I just showed him the sheet that said "possibly will undergo a urinary analysis" and he's all cocky and goes "TRUST ME, that means they will" (as if he knows jack shit about legal processes, never broke a law besides underaged drinking in his life) and im just sitting there like "yeah I'm just gonna assume that's a yes, youre right dad" knowing full well they aint drug testing SHIT because it costs money and all theyre gonna do is breathalyze me at the door. I got high as fuck 6 hours before going in, still had a decent buzz walking inside, the guard pulls out the breathalyzer and Im just dying laughing on the inside.
yeah, GOOD CALL DAD. That's why I ALWAYS listen to your advice you divorced fuck. If I did everything he recommended I'd get a four year degree from some overpriced bullshit college just to work at a fucking supermarket as a meat room manager. Never doing any drugs except near OD levels of vacuuming and watching MSNBC bitching about politics that dont even concern me.
"you know we're probably going to get involved in Syria right?"
you know I wouldnt give my last two fucks even if they were in a noose around my neck right?
Some times I just get fucked up to prove a point, that it wont change a damned thing in my life except I didnt spend that money on something else like a mortgage for a house I should have never moved into or helping to pay off my deadbeat son's student loans for the university I damn near forced him to graduate from for a degree he wont use because he doesnt want to work his way up in a company because he gets "laid off" from just about every job he's ever had where the boss wasnt his friend.
Funny how everyone is "laid off" these days. It's partly because people are pussies and dont want to be the bad guy who tells other people they arent good enough, but its mostly because the laid off people are just bullshitting. If they had a replacement for you by the next week, you didnt get laid off you got fucking CANNED BRO.
Pretty much the only people I even attempt to appease anymore are my Mom and my Grandfather, and because they dont tell me how to live my own fucking life. They dont nag me over shit that isnt even nag worthy, its just all certain people have to nitpick over because they cant wrap their fucking brains around the fact that maybe I DO have shit under control and they might have sat in on one too many DARE classes when they were kids. My Dad thinks smoking weed has no redeeming qualities and anyone who smokes ever is a burnout. I'd rather be a "burnout" than a fucking wet blanket, 420 out of ten times PLEASE AND THANK YOU
fucking idiot, doesnt even realize he hasnt had a computer problem for the past 7 years on ANY of the 15+ PCs Ive shuffled through our house before either selling them if they were good enough or just giving them to someone who really needed it. Yeah, burnout shit right?
once im out hes gonna be hitting up Geek squad and staring at a 100+ dollar bill just to set up his fucking bookmarks even though Ive showed him like fifty damn times the ONE BUTTON you have to press to look at his paycheck thats gone up like a buck fifty per hour in that 7 year span
I use his electricity to acquire the very things he bitches about and it feels pretty damn good I must say. Up until about 3 months ago, then I had to start paying the electricity bill in addition to the cable bill because I stopped going to school. That's his way of getting back at me, making me pay for more shit as if Im gonna collapse under the pressure and run back to class with my joint between my legs. I dont feel pressure POPS, partly because I didnt inherit the worrywort gene but mostly because I take a fair amount of drugs. And im still here, with the same amount of brain cells as I always had, with the same outlook on life as I always had, with the same job prospects Ill always have. I think it really pissed him off when I told him I went to work stoned about 50% of the time with the job his ex-gf gave me and she told him I was the best employee she had even though some of those people had been there for almost a decade. Talk about a look of defeat, he just went right back to the "blah blah blah ILLEGAL blah blah blah BURNOUT blah blah blah I'm really just jealous I never could handle taking drugs unless if you consider working overtime every week because im too much of a pussy to say no to a bunch of people who I dont owe shit to as a Scheduled I substance.
I'm not gonna say I hate my father, because I dont hate anything. There's two sides to every story, mine is just a bit longer than a fucking picture book with the same three points over and over again. BURNOUT, ILLEGAL, WHY DO YOU NEED TO DO THIS? I just find him incredibly ill-informed and unwilling to accept anything that doesnt fit in with his image of what a model citizen should do. As if Im going around slamming doors on senior citizens and getting into fights with random people. I never had a problem with anyone in my life, except when I stood up for something that I thought was bullshit. I never call bullshit without evidence, and my Dad does the exact opposite. Says everything I do is wrong yet cant find one iota of proof for his baseless accusations.
rant: over
