retail. let me tell you.
old ladies are the worst. know-it-alls.
people always get pretty defensive when they learn about my disgust for the elderly. well, it ain't all of them.
it's the ones who think the world owes them somthing because they can't bend over, and nobody loves them.
the ones who aren't happy with how they lived their lives, and now take it out on every living thing that gets in their way.
it's not our fault, oldypants. we didn't tell you to be a baby factory and let yr husband push you around or take that job you hated for 50 years.
YOU did that.
at least i know it isn't me, and when these near death mummies walk into the store freaking out that their Frivolous Fawn hair rinse is out, i know that they acted this way to everyone else they came in contact with that day.
never let me get old. i plan on rocking til death.
i've already dedicated my life to rock and roll, and animals. i think i'm safe. but the second you see me power walking through the fucking mall in my teal windsuit, fight me to the death.

unrelated: i watched Pet Semitary 2 last night, well, this morning as i watched the sun wake up, and that movie got 1 star. ONE! the music is retarded, the backstory is lametothemax and those brats can't act. it's so awesome! who grades this shit?
i give it 8 stars. and 12 thumbs.
it's all about the death of pets and parents and there is not one shred of emotion. well, i suppose if you can bring them back by burrying them in the ancient indian burial ground that happens to be right in the small town you live in, who cares, right?
i hadn't seen this movie in like, 30 years, and last night it blew my mind. i will never watch another movie. ever.
eddie furlong, you sir, are a cinematic retard. genious.

scooter? i want a scooter.