As if a 10 hour flight from a funeral in Japan wasn’t enough, upon clearing customs I find out my connection was canceled. Had to spend the night in Seattle, then got re-routed through 5 different airports before I made it home. In Milwaukee we had to leave our terminal and go back through security where a TSA officer decided to throw away our boarding passes. Spread ‘em!
Absolute worst is when you move and you have to explain to some random lady at super cuts how she should cut your hair. When you know damn well she hates her job, hates you and is scheming to give you a jacked haircut so you’ll go home, look in the mirror and hate her too.
You know how music industry is all up in arms because they say MP3s are killing their CD sales and shit? Complete bullshit! It’s the damned way CDs are packaged. Here’s a little scenario about what happens when you buy a new CD:
First you gotta break through that silly plastic wrapping, and no matter how long your nails are, that shit never comes off. And there’s never a sharp knife or some scissors around.
After the plastic removal, you’re onto level two… the damn sticker on top, that wraps around the edges. Impossible to peel off a little corner. And you wont be able to rip it off in one piece. It always breaks which makes it even harder to remove. Most of the time you just end up leaving half the sticker on which looks like total crap.
So now you got your CD finally open and you try to grab the CD out of the case. But it’s kinda stuck, so you press on that thing in the middle and whadayaknow… some of the tooth break off!
Anyway, you pop the CD in your playa and while you listen you want to sing along with the lyrics which are in the booklet. But POS is hard to get out. It’s somehow stuck behind some little oval piece of plastic that’s supposed to keep it in place.
You decide to give up and close the CD case… and than one of the hinges breaks off.
About a week after I started skateboarding again, I developed some terrible lower back pain. This has now been going on for two weeks. I fucking hate it. I’ve even taken a few trips to the fake doctor (chiropractor), which has seemed to help somewhat, but I’ve recently had a relapse.
What the fuck? I’m just trying to be active and shed a couple pounds doing something I love. Maybe all these years of hating has finally caught up to me. Maybe this is karma’s way of saying “release the hate in your heart.” Well fuck that. I’ll keep hating and skating until my back rendered nothing more than a smoldering mass of degenerated bone.
I hate this back pain, but I’ll be damned if it’s going to stop me from doing what I love. And I love to hate. And skate.
Some fat lady is visiting the neighbors. She has the most annoying laugh everrr. A really loud cackle that makes my bones rattle.
STOP FEEDING HER JOKES DAMMIT!
Just when I thought they couldn’t possibly invent anything lamer than a Razor scooter, they done did it now.
Someone, somewhere decided it would be a good idea to crossbreed a shitty aluminum scooter with a shitty snakeboard, and this is what popped out. Oh, the humanity. How the fuck could this thing possibly be fun to ride? If I had a kid, and he told me he wanted one of these godforsaken pieces of shit, I would smack him across the face and immediately buy him a proper skateboard — one with four wheels, a set of trucks, and a griptape-covered piece of 7-ply maple.
Yet every kid in my neighborhood seems to own one of these. They just sort of…I dunno…snake around on them. Slithering this way and that. I wonder if they know how stupid they look.
“Check it out man, I learned a new trick…it’s called slithery slidey sliding!!!”
Fag.
So ya… I’ll admit it, I hate on a lot of things… Esp. the little fads that people get into with their cars. Spinner hub caps and fake Hawaiian lays from the mirrors, you know what I’m talking about. You could pretty much know what type of person is driving depending on what type of pointless little trinkets were hanging on the mirror or spinning from their wheels.
So lately it’s been these family stickers. I guess its important to know whose whose babies are “on board”. Hats off to the dude making all the loot by selling all this junk.
Hater out.
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