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Some people need to die...
I had an awesome night tonight, went and hung out in my girlfriend's dorm for a while, and finally ended up at the skate park just horsin' around. Then, on my drive home, someone decided it'd be a good idea to egg my car. No specific reason, just wrong place at the wrong time.
Which leads me to my point of people that need to die. I understand being a jack ***. That comes with the drunken state of befuddlement that most on campus find themselves in. However, when your drunken state stumbles it's fat *** into my life, we have a problem.
I just spent the last hour cleaning my car, and attempting to find the people who threw the egg. While I didn't find the people, I did manage to find a Hy-Vee grocery bag, along with two empty 24 packs of eggs. There is dumb, then there is pointless. This falls under the latter category, as now - for no fault of my own - I have a Grade-A Jumbo egg shaped dent in my hood, surrounded by some lovely paint chips, and cracked paint.
Now, believe me - I understand that my car won't leave college completely unscathed. I knew that coming into it. But when you egg my car? That's just uncalled for. An accidental door ding? Okay, it sucks, but it happens. Eggs? F**k that.
I'm trying not to break everything within arms reach as I type this, because, for those of you who don't understand, there are a few levels of anger.
1) Upset. You're upset. Something didn't go your way.
2) Angry. You want to know who, and why.
3) Raging. You want to know who, why, and then beat the sh*t out of them.
4) Something indescribable, unless you've felt it. You want to know who, don't care why, and you want to kill them.
I'm pretty f**king close to four.
I understand not everyone has a car that they like, or care about - but that doesn't mean everyone has the same nonchalant bullsh*t attitude toward their possessions. I paid for my car, and worked my *** off for it. I love it, and I baby it. When someone attacks my baby, they had best be prepared for a f**king bloodbath, because that is what they ordered.
Sorry for the rant, but as I'm sure you all understand - I'm very upset.
I had an awesome night tonight, went and hung out in my girlfriend's dorm for a while, and finally ended up at the skate park just horsin' around. Then, on my drive home, someone decided it'd be a good idea to egg my car. No specific reason, just wrong place at the wrong time.
Which leads me to my point of people that need to die. I understand being a jack ***. That comes with the drunken state of befuddlement that most on campus find themselves in. However, when your drunken state stumbles it's fat *** into my life, we have a problem.
I just spent the last hour cleaning my car, and attempting to find the people who threw the egg. While I didn't find the people, I did manage to find a Hy-Vee grocery bag, along with two empty 24 packs of eggs. There is dumb, then there is pointless. This falls under the latter category, as now - for no fault of my own - I have a Grade-A Jumbo egg shaped dent in my hood, surrounded by some lovely paint chips, and cracked paint.
Now, believe me - I understand that my car won't leave college completely unscathed. I knew that coming into it. But when you egg my car? That's just uncalled for. An accidental door ding? Okay, it sucks, but it happens. Eggs? F**k that.
I'm trying not to break everything within arms reach as I type this, because, for those of you who don't understand, there are a few levels of anger.
1) Upset. You're upset. Something didn't go your way.
2) Angry. You want to know who, and why.
3) Raging. You want to know who, why, and then beat the sh*t out of them.
4) Something indescribable, unless you've felt it. You want to know who, don't care why, and you want to kill them.
I'm pretty f**king close to four.
I understand not everyone has a car that they like, or care about - but that doesn't mean everyone has the same nonchalant bullsh*t attitude toward their possessions. I paid for my car, and worked my *** off for it. I love it, and I baby it. When someone attacks my baby, they had best be prepared for a f**king bloodbath, because that is what they ordered.
Sorry for the rant, but as I'm sure you all understand - I'm very upset.
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