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18 years ago
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Hello everyone,
Yes, let the drama begin... Are you reaaaaaady to be emo? Well, if you're not, I would recommend that you hit your back button right now before either you fall asleep or laugh your head off. Regardless, I'm just going to spout my mouth off, writing this on my sucky Moto Q, sitting alone in a restaurant in Las Vegas, drunk off my sorry rear on margaritas that come in fish bowls. Heck, if I look close enough, I think I can actually see the fish, either that or it's the lime.
No offense to anyone who may actually live here, and I know nothing about this series of movies, but the latest installment of Resident Evil shows the best use or future of this forsaken town. And armageddon couldn't come any sooner. Now it's not *all* that bad as I did enjoy watching Spamalot this past weekend, but that was with friends who visited me from California. But after they left yesterday, I realized just how homesick I am, how much I hate sitting by myself, eating by myself, living hotel to hotel, and staring at a blank laptop screen because the Discovery Channel is showing repeats of Deadliest Catch and Mythbusters.
I feel unappreciated by the "firm", distant from my friends and peers, and envious of those around me who are smiling and enjoying time with their friends and families. Oops, hang on...need to order another "firm" funded margarita...
Now where was I in my emo/rant... oh yes.. I feel that those who are close lack trust in me or my opinions. Although an arrogant and self-centered view point, I honestly believe that my opinions are sound and justified. Not only quantitively but qualitatively. Please forgive my spelling as it is getting harder to accurately punch these ridiculous buttons. Anyway, one finds that it is easier to just remain meek and nondescript and hide beind alcohol or...well, just alcohol in this case, and continue to let the proverbial water run off this mare's back. But what to do... and I think I have exceeded the max length of this dumb phone's text capacity. Well, nothing left to do but wander this mall and then attempt to drive back (god almighty, I almost said home) to the hotel. The drivers here in Vegas are attrocious and "holes of a donkey" but that is another story. Time to lay low and review my life priorities and hopefully not hurt/kill some innocent "fatherless son" with my POS rental car.
God bless.
Neysa
Yes, let the drama begin... Are you reaaaaaady to be emo? Well, if you're not, I would recommend that you hit your back button right now before either you fall asleep or laugh your head off. Regardless, I'm just going to spout my mouth off, writing this on my sucky Moto Q, sitting alone in a restaurant in Las Vegas, drunk off my sorry rear on margaritas that come in fish bowls. Heck, if I look close enough, I think I can actually see the fish, either that or it's the lime.
No offense to anyone who may actually live here, and I know nothing about this series of movies, but the latest installment of Resident Evil shows the best use or future of this forsaken town. And armageddon couldn't come any sooner. Now it's not *all* that bad as I did enjoy watching Spamalot this past weekend, but that was with friends who visited me from California. But after they left yesterday, I realized just how homesick I am, how much I hate sitting by myself, eating by myself, living hotel to hotel, and staring at a blank laptop screen because the Discovery Channel is showing repeats of Deadliest Catch and Mythbusters.
I feel unappreciated by the "firm", distant from my friends and peers, and envious of those around me who are smiling and enjoying time with their friends and families. Oops, hang on...need to order another "firm" funded margarita...
Now where was I in my emo/rant... oh yes.. I feel that those who are close lack trust in me or my opinions. Although an arrogant and self-centered view point, I honestly believe that my opinions are sound and justified. Not only quantitively but qualitatively. Please forgive my spelling as it is getting harder to accurately punch these ridiculous buttons. Anyway, one finds that it is easier to just remain meek and nondescript and hide beind alcohol or...well, just alcohol in this case, and continue to let the proverbial water run off this mare's back. But what to do... and I think I have exceeded the max length of this dumb phone's text capacity. Well, nothing left to do but wander this mall and then attempt to drive back (god almighty, I almost said home) to the hotel. The drivers here in Vegas are attrocious and "holes of a donkey" but that is another story. Time to lay low and review my life priorities and hopefully not hurt/kill some innocent "fatherless son" with my POS rental car.
God bless.
Neysa
Wish I could give you a hug. :P
But you're absolutely right about Las Vegas; having lived there in my early childhood through the mid-80s, and revisited for three days back in 2001 for a half-assed car club meet, I can completely agree with your opinions on the city. ;)
=^.,.^=