You! I'm calling you out. You! FUCK YOU!

Are you the obnoxious guy who always sits near me wherever I go?

Fuck you.

You're everywhere. You're all up in my grill. You think you're funny and you're not. When you sit behind me you kick my chair. When you sit in front of me (like you did tonight) you lean too far forward so I have to strain to see you know, just the freakin' batter, catcher and umpire. No matter where you are you're loud. I don't like you and I want your nipples twisted right the fuck off to the point where you're still crying a week later. Leave me alone pretty please.

Oh, right...I was going to NOT write a rant for a little while so I didn't sound too bitter. I guess I'm a bit bitter. But hey, at least the Jays won (big) for me.

My Grandma is awesome. You know what she did? She gave me 10 bucks tonight. 10 bucks. That was sweet. I'm going to put that towards a new guitar. Thanks Grandma.

See, I'm not so bitter. Well, maybe I am. Tonight at the game I got pretty frustrated with the world. The inning is over and the PA guy makes one of those "It's time for..." announcements. This one is for some gas company's t-shirts and so we're all supposed to look like fish fighting for food and make lots of noise to get one of these sacred t-shirts. And a good 50-60% of the crowd does so. And here's what I see, I see "OVER HERE! PASS ME A T-SHIRT! I WANNA BE A WALKING BILLBOARD!".

Good thing or bad thing that I think that way? Hmmmmmmmm. I think good overall but too bad for me. Anyone wanna trade thinkers?

I'm having a thought. If I was rich I'd totally kill raffles. I'd buy enough tickets to give me great odds at winning but make sure I didn't spend more than the prize was worth. That's good stuff. It wouldn't always work, but that's alright cause I'm rich. And it should work most of the time. And in that case I either get cool stuff that I want or I sell the prize and get richer.

I've got a bunch of plans that I think would be pretty ill to carry out. They're all guaranteed money-making schemes. My problem is that they all require me to be rich already.

I'd hire a full time lawyer too and his job would be to fight false-advertising lawsuits for me. Basically I'd set myself up to be the victim of false advertising and then, make money. Of course, I need the money for the lawyer first.

Sigh.

This is lacking direction again. It seemed like I had direction at first but no, I lost it.

G'night yall.