can i talk about what i did last night?

so today i saw a kid with a ramones tshirt on at the skate park. he was with his little buddies. they were all riding pink skateboards. they looks like they were 13.
ok.
if you guys can name all the Ramones then you can wear that shirt, otherwise, fuck off and go listen to fall out boy you emo cockfuck. yeah we're soooooooo anarchist man! i have a pink skateboard! fuck the man! we're such badasses! we wear girls jeans and think jade puget is fucking the best rockstart in the world!
k, i have nothing against afi, but seriously.

on our way back from painting fields at the new soccer fields for the rangers tourny this weekend we passed a save on with the irrigation running at lik 3:30 in the afternoon. k, first of all, why the fuck are you running your irrigation at the hottest point of the day when it wont be absorbed?
secondly, i started to think about what would happen if over night it came on and got stuck on and in the morning some little pisshead 14 year old that works there goes in and in his squeaky voice runs over to the manager and lets him know and the manager says go out and fix it and the kid stands there all stupified and doesnt move and then the manager yells and the kid scrambles away to try and fix it and feels totally useless. and then i thought, you know, ive never had a job where ive felt like a useless little shit. the first job i had was on a maintenance crew where i pretty much got to skip the whole squeaky voiced cashier part of life and moved right on to the driving big fucking machines and leaning how to fuck with people and not have anything happen in return.
in my head the squeaky little fucker sounds like the dude in the simpsons who works at crusty burger. you know..."you're taco fell in the deep fryer...i'll get it...ow."
but then i thought that im getting tired of painting lines all the damn time. and while sitting on a mower makes the day go by pretty fast, it just kind of sucks now. ive run decks for 6 years. now all the new people are like "i wanna run a deck i wanna run a deck." and im like "there's totally nothing special about it but ok."

and whats this stigma about christmas grads? so i finish in december and not april. big deal. why does that make some people all weirded out? you know what? i dont care cause when youre studying in the library in april for finals i'll be at the beach. or on top of a mountain with smokies covered in cheese.

oh, and there's a Borat movie coming out. score.

you know whats annoying? if youre in a building and you're like, i gotta take a crap, so youre in there and you flip open the paper, and then like midway the fire alarm goes off. cause then you have to sit there and think...is this a test...or is this real...should i be worried...shit i hope there's toilet paper in here...do i have enough time to finish the sports section... like think about how embarassing it'd be if you were in there and you werent sure and teh fucking door busts open and the firefighters are all GET OUT GET OUT THERES A FIRE!!! and in the heat of the moment you make some panicked noise grab a fucking handful of tp and madly wipe your ass and then yank up your pants and run and when you make it outside someone standing next to you goes "what's that smell?"

and for miss cattapan...

can i talk about what i did last night?