Some stupid Mexicans tried to steal my car last night. I can reasonably assume they were Mexicans after a few seconds of research at the US Census Bureau website regarding the demographics here. I don’t feel like linking it, figure out how to use Google yourself.
That small detail aside, I want to make a formal announcement.
I HATE YOU.
Unless I have known you personally for 10 or more years, I want you to know that I hate you. No, really. I don’t like you, and I don’t trust you.
This formerly-great country was built with a justice system based on one assumption: you are innocent until proven guilty.
Well, not in Andrew-Land. I am forever jaded. I don’t trust anyone anymore. I like nobody. I assume you want to hurt me or take my things. I hate my job because it requires that I smile and be friendly to your face when all I want to do is cut all your cables and move on like a tumbleweed blowing across the desert. I have no reason to act or believe otherwise.
I try to inject some happiness into my blog posts usually, but I don’t feel like doing that right now. All I want you to know is that I hate you, everyone, with all of my being. Please, don’t ever speak to me.
Also, please die.
Damn thats harsh.. Does 10 months counts for anything?
I know this reply is a long time in coming, but I wanted to make it clear that you are an exception to this rule. Yes, 10 months is plenty in your situation. You are not like the massive majority of humans that I normally come across…