So I call you to talk to about what's going on in your world but you insist on telling me stupid shit. I wonder why I do this. Agree to go knowing damn well it'll end in chaos. And it's not even me causing the trouble. I normally get into trouble when I'm on my own, I don't need your help that for damn sure. Plus, the mischief that I cause is mischief not drama. Huge fucking difference in my book.
So again with the internal struggle on where to go. Do I stand up or show up?
Would they expect that from me? I've already voiced my opinion on the matter.
So if I don't show they already should know and they can't be too mad at me.
Right?
But I say fuck it. I should go. I should disappear, find me a townie, find a cool hole in the wall with a live band and check out a fucking show. I'll spend the time with y'all but I'm not spending all 24 hours for about 3 days with you. You are fucking insane. One of us might not make it out and I have a Policy presentation of Tuesday. Gotta hit up the Bungee Jumping thing for sure. Beach no doubt.
This is it. I'm going. I'm going to have fun. I'm going with positive energy. I'm going to South Padre Island for Spring Break 2010. On my own terms, if that doesn't fit into your schedule of bullshit, let me apologize in advance. I'm sorry let me get on top of giving a fuck right quick. I'm going be the only single, adult there, everyone else has their significant other that drives them nuts. I'm also going in my own car because of that fact.
This is gonna be a good spring break. It's my last one. Better make this bitch count. Watch out SPI, Mint's coming to raise hell.
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