We're going to talk about people again tonight. I'm not a people person as I'm sure you can tell. Why is it that people keep telling me I can be happy without money and things? I agree there are things in life, like family and a small group of friends, that can make you happy. Hell, ill concede that I even need them in my life. But I also have a strong urge to own an unnecessarily awesome vehicle. I don't ever claim to be a nice guy, I don't even pretend to be tolerant of your personal opinions. You are, indeed, entitled to an opinion, I just don't give a damn. So, why, I ask. Why do you continue to tell me how "happy" I can be without my cool car, boat and house? Listen, dickheads: I went to Maritime for the sole purpose of getting a paycheck. For those of you that are also here, I know for a fact that you feel the same way; nobody goes here for fun. It's got to be a proven fact in some study. I'm willing to bet my roomate's $100 that if you had to live on the street you'd be like, "well this blows". Game, set, match. Money can buy happiness. Take your hippie liberal bull**** away from me, I don't care. Oh, and take the jahovas with you too. If you knock on my door and aren't a pizza or chinese food guy I have no use for you.
-- hundreds of hippie pricks traded in their VW buses for corvettes after reading this. They also fully appreciated the skill it took to type this from my cell phone in my ****ty state issued bed.