Give Me Something To Believe In

Today I couldn't shake the feeling of anger and disappointment I have developed toward the TSA and the government as a whole. The more I thought about the lip gloss incident, the more it pissed me off. That got me thinking about accountability, and inconsistency, and how people basically suck, and you know when you're mind goes there, nothing good can come out of it. Anyway, for the most part, I did a lot of thinking during my first day back from vacation. A few minutes ago I came to the conclusion that I am going to start holding people accountable. I am. Trust me, when I put my mind to something, it is so. I'm tired of excuses. I'm tired of blame. Accountability is the new game I play. Be prepared people, be prepared. I have already warned those close to me that it is very possible I could be spending my very first time in jail from my new found accountability project. They're prepared. So don't say I didn't warn you.

Other than continuing to harbor more ill feelings toward the TSA, I did actually accomplish some work today. After work, I went to a party and then went to Syberg's with Kara & Lori. Unfortunately the place was infested with young, blond sorority girls and we left. If there's one thing I hate worse the the TSA, it's cookie cutter, young, blond sorority girls. I took my happy ass home after that. Exciting, I KNOW.

I'm bound and determined to have a good weekend. Tomorrow my step-brother-in-law's (don't ask) band is playing at Blueberry Hill. 9pm. Check them out. They rock out with their cocks out. Well, not really. Maybe if you ask nicely. I don't know. Dozemarypool. Do it.

Viva la blog post revolution. (Don't ask.)

I have nothing more to say right now that doesn't involve Fuck the TSA, fuck the Hancock lawsuit, or fuck sorority girls. Night!