[16] Things That Suck: A Rant By Yours Truly
Riding the bus home sucks. It takes like forty minutes when it should take ten. And Austin fucking Dunn rides my bus. He likes trying to look down my shirt and sitting on me until I pull his hair and kick him in the bladder. [shrugs] It happens.
P.E. sucks. We had to run a lot today. I hate running. That's the only thing I hate. I don't mind lifting weights, I don't mind doing anything else but running. Is that such a bad thing? I mean, is running really necessary when there are so many other workouts? Man. P.E. sucks.
Analyzing poetry sucks. Especially Robert Frost poems. Maybe there is no metaphorical meaning behind poems. Maybe they all mean what they say. Maybe some guy stopped by the woods just to look at them because they were pretty. Who ever said he was contemplating suicide? Who decided that he wanted to get away from his stressful life? Hm? Who cares, anyway? I don't think much of this will be very helpful in the long-run. Unless you become a poetry critic. Which I'm not.
Not having a boyfriend sucks. There are positives, like doing anything with anyone you want to and not having to give a fuck about it, but sometimes it gets old. Sometimes you want one person. One person to be there for you.
I'm sorry. I had to rant.
Hm.
I'ma get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump.
No, seriously.
I am.
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