Originally Posted: September 28, 2007
That's what I love about being sick. You can do and say whatever you want and you just don't care. You can be as stupid as you want to be. You have free reign to be a jackass.
Like the other night when I threw my apple core out the front door at Justin. Then RJ mentioned that I threw like a girl. Sure I could have mentioned the fact that I had to throw like that or I would have hit the side of the door frame. Or that I was throwing the apple because Justin didn't shut the door all the way. But I didn't have to. All I had to say was, "I'm sick, back off."
It was probably the same day, but Justin was trying to read in his room. Matt and I didn't take to kindly to this. So we proceeded to bang on the wall that his room shares with the living room. "What jerks," you say. No, I was sick. I can do what I want. Matt on the other hand. He's going to have to come to terms with being a big jerk face.
Not only is Matt a big jerk face for hitting Justin's wall, but he should have caught that football last night. Or maybe he shouldn't have pulled a Pradeep on Justin. Either way, he should have caught that football. Sure, he didn't know I was throwing it. But it hit him in the freaking arm, then ricocheted off of who's it and then hit what's her name in the face.
But you know what I don't care. I didn't even appologize. I didn't even feel like I needed to. I was sick. I'm still sick and I still don't care.
Mabye in a couple of days when I'm better I'll feel bad for hitting her in the face and feel as though I need to appologize. You know what, no. I won't ever feel bad. I still don't know who these people were. And when you just show up and give the sick kid crap, you deserve to be hit in the face with a football.
Of course I'm still sick, so maybe I'll feel the need to appologize for that comment in the near future.
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