Mood: Pissed...
Music: Dethklok "Thunderhorse"
Okay, this is just a quick rant...Just to warn you, there's some strong language ahead...
So, me and Celeste went to Wal-Mart today to do some much-needed shopping. We got back to the college safely, aside from having to squeeze past an enormous behemoth of a truck parked practically in the middle of the street. As I was getting my groceries out of the back seat and shutting the door, I noticed something out of place: a GIANT-ASS SCRATCH. It wasn't straight, so I couldn't have gotten it from a runaway shopping cart. I have no idea how long it's been there. All I know is that SOME MOTHER-FUCKING, DILDO-LICKING, ASS-FUCK KEYED MY CAR!!! Now, I don't drive a fancy car. It's just an '02 Ford Focus that my parents bought used for me before I went to college because they wanted me to have something reliable, as I now live 3 hours away from home. But I don't care if I'm driving a fucking pile of shit!! DON'T KEY MY FUCKING CAR!!! I swear to God, if I EVER find out who keyed my baby Sephy (yes, my car's name is Sephy, because he's just that awesome), I WILL BEAT THE MOTHER-FUCKING SHIT OUT OF THE DOUCHEBAG!!! I mean, come on, people! It's a car! It's expensive, no matter how old or used it is!! If you're mad at someone, don't go fucking key their car!! Go find the person and flip them the bird or smash their face in!! Do anything to the person, but don't take it out on their car!!
Yeah, I told my dad what happened. He said that some people are just mean like that. And then he said if I ever found out who it was, beating the shit out of them would be perfectly fine. Then he mentioned that if I told him who did it (should I ever find out who it was), I could just tell him who it was and he would make a special trip up here and break their hands off. And of course, being my dad, he can get away with it. For those of you who are not aware, my dad fought in Iraq back in 2003-04. Two weeks after being there, his Hummer was blown up by an IED and he lost half of his left hand. The doctors said he came within 1/8 of an inch of losing his life. As a result, he is now almost deaf in his left ear and has PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). He has legal papers giving him the right to declare temporary insanity and have that claim hold up in a court of law. Of course, he doesn't sit on his ass all day and complain and cry about how the damn terrorists ruined his life. No, he makes jokes about it. He gets pissed sometimes, if he's reminded of the events (like when he watches the movie "Home of the Brave"), but he doesn't sulk. He moves on with life. Yes, my dad kicks ass.
Anyways, I feel better now. Rant over.
Stay classy, Otakuites!
Excel~
~~Because the World is round, it turns me on.~~
