I got tagged by some vile cunt, so here’s 5 random facts about me…
1. I fucking hate onions. Soooooo fucking much. Their smell makes me nauseous. They give me fucking heartburn. The only kind of onion I can barely tolerate is grilled onions, and even then, I don’t like them, and only the carmelization they produce. I FUCKING HATE ONIONS. Yet carrie insists on adding them to EVERY FUCKING DISH SHE MAKES. It gets to the point where I have to beg her not to put them in. Fuck her.
2. I got caught smoking weed in high school, and had to go to 9 months of outpatient rehab. I think I went one, maybe two sessions sober. We convinced the counselor to take us to a laser show for one of our outings, and me and the guy I got busted with dropped some acid right before we left. I thought the counselor was cool, cause he actually did some time, and wasn’t a pussy, like many counselors are. I thought he was cool cause he didn’t take any bullshit. You can see all the good rehab did for me.
3. I dated a girl who was in all the slow classes. Not quite special ed, but definitely sub par. She was an unclefucker. And her house fucking stunk. I used to make up reasons why I couldn’t come in.
4. I stole from the food bank when they made me volunteer there. They had candy bars and soda and shit. Shut up.
5. The only person I ever met from the internet was a guy who was a rapper, and he was really into weed. Like, he had a weed problem. I met him in a WEED chatroom (I never denied being a n3rd). He was bragging about his rapping skills, and I called bullshit on him, and said if you’re so good, post your lyrics. He didn’t want to, fearing someone might rip him off. Remember, i met him in a WEED chatroom. He wanted to call me, so i could hear him rap. This was before many people had mics, still in the 90′s. I said if you think it’s necessary we talk on the phone, ill let you page me. So i did. and he rapped. and he sucked. But that was to be expected, he was white
he paged me a shitload after that, wanting to hang out. i guess, at some point, i told him where i worked. When someone lays an offer of a couple blunts on the table, how the fuck are you supposed to pass it up? So I say to heck with it, and decide to go meet him. he’s worried about the smell, so we can only go smoke in the bathroom. with the door closed. sounds fine. afterwards, we get to talking.
he decides that now is a good time to start sharing. sharing things like the guy he’s living with is his boyfriend. and that he’s been cheating on his boyfriend. with multiple people. including 50 year old truck drivers. fucking ewwwwwwwwww. I might have been 20 or 21 at the time, and he wasnt even 18 yet. judging by photos on the wall, whoever was paying the rent was in his 30′s. Just another chicken hawk.
He also decides to let me know, subtly, that he’s into guys that, strangely, resemble… me. You can probably expect that the next trip to the bathroom didn’t seem as appealing. he never came out and directly hit on me. I left as soon as I finished the second blunt, which seemed as good a time as any. It turns out, him and his boyfriend had visited my place of business before i ever hung out with him, but didnt say a word to me. That’s creepy shit.
He continued to call me, asking me to hang out with him, and tried to guilt me for dodging his calls, by saying all he wanted to do was kick it. So, when I decided to give in, I made up an insurance policy. I brought carrie with me. Sure enough, it worked. He was extremely put off by carrie being there, which shouldnt have been an issue, since he just wanted to kick it
fuck man, weed is weed. remember, WEED chatroom, WEED chatroom. All it took was 2 times of bringing carrie with me to get him to stop calling. We saw him once after that, in a record store, and i swear, he gave us the dirtiest fucking look imaginable.