Motherfucker. Am I aware that this blog is read by thousands of people on a daily basis? Well, fuck yes I am. I get a fucking email of how many of you fuckers read this shit almost by the minute. Do I blame you? Nope. All of us have our shitty-ass lives, and we are constantly looking at others to reinforce that fact. My life could be so much greater if I was only that person. Fuck that. Fuck you for thinking like that. Read more to continue.
So I was checking-out at the Uptown Target and was stuck behind a black man making a public rant about life. It went a little something like this:
Clerk: That's $16.53
Man: Shit, how much is that (points to a random item).
Clerk: $2.99 sir.
Man: Fuck. Thats my budget right there.
(man begins to rap some unkwown lyrics)
Clerk: I need one more dollar.
Man: Shit. Can't make an honest living unless you're a faggot. Life wants you to be a faggot to make a decent living. I ain't no faggot. Life ain't going to make me no faggot. Fucking faggot is what you got to be. Not me, I ain't no faggot.
Clerk: (looks away) Okay.
Man: Here's your dollar. I ain't no faggot (leaves with items)
Sir, you very well might not be a faggot...but you are dumb. Have a nice life...actually, fuck that. I hope you get trucked by a Ford F150 driven by the cast of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Bitch.
Sometimes, I get sick of shit. Like, for instance, where I live. When I am sick of something, I simply change it. I am currently in a state of transition as I move to a different apartment. Fear not, I am still in Uptown and still available as a motivational speaker for all you women college volleyball teams out there. Moving was something I needed to do. It wasn't soon after I started my move, that I realize (or remembered) how much moving sucks. Read More to Continue.
A few things I did this weekend, and a few thoughts regarding them:
1. Ate at ENSO Sushi Restaurant in the Epicenter. I really enjoyed the food, and honestly can't complain about the service. There is a big reason for that, but I'll tell you more about that latter.
2. Went to see the Panthers play the Saints. Panthers should of won that one. The Saints have the most annoying fans in the NFL. I'm sorry, you people suck.
3. Bought my first Panthers jersey. Cost me $91.
4. Got way to drunk Friday night...as you are all aware by my previous post.
5. Sat outside Staples for fifteen minutes Saturday morning while waiting for it to open. I needed printer ink, and glue sticks to sniff.
I woke up in some strange woman's house last night. If that was your wife, I'm sorry. Anyways, my head is fucking killing me. I believe I drank a little to much last night. Coming from me, that means I drank way more than any human should. I am trying to piece the night together as I write this, but for some reason, the part of me leaving with someone alludes me. Read More to Continue.
Believe it or not, I don't enjoy ripping on places in Charlotte. I love the city of Charlotte. Hell, I've devoted a fucking blog to the thing. I try and encourage people to go to various places and enjoy what the city has to offer. However, there are times when tough love is needed...this is one of those. I've enjoyed myself at Picasso's Sports Bar in Uptown many times before. This past Sunday, I enjoyed myself again. The problem was, that it was really in no part because Picasso's made me enjoy myself...if you give me beer, I'm probably going to enjoy myself no matter where the hell I am. Read More to Continue.