What pisses me off more is the lack of dedication of most of athletes in the hotel. If you are not a viable championship prospect, your sectional success has granted you a weekend getaway. The finals are going on now (I think, 6:20 pm on Saturday) and these adolescent athletes are still wandering the halls and making it so the morning shift is going to lose a lot of money to guests who either do not have kids or have gotten over those sexually transmitted parasites.
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Then again, I am a writer. Like William Shakespeare and his healthy daughters, there will be no dynasty.
How am I doing otherwise? Lease is taken care of, bills are paid, and I have come to terms that I confused Kurt Vile with Butch Vig and hence satisfied with my ticket purchase for next Saturday in Bloomington. Fumbling $10 away sucks, but my girlfriend seems to be taking my advise not to wait up for me when I do these evening shifts, so I should not need to worry about using a Hamilton to buy Sunday McDonald's.
A Tra-di-tion Dies$10 for the haiku inspiration. Worth it.
But who real-ly needs fat-ty
Mc-Don-ald's French Fries
Haikus may be the best way for me to put out my borderline offensive tweets/posts. I figured I would offend somebody for asking if "ring rats" was the right term for high school wrestling groupies. Did not expect it to come from the female marks. These fine women said that "supportive girlfriend" was appropriate...but
I saw these wrestling warm-up sporting ladies that I tweeted about at my morning retail job looking for the right wearable technology to accessorize with it. The latter part of that statement is giving them the benefit of the doubt that somehow their visit to my store was in the name of team spirit. My point is the matches were going on. Be there to support your boys. This is not your mental health day.
Context is not tweetable so the supportive girlfriend comment is not stupid. If it is not stupid, do not turn your keyboard into a shovel to dig a deeper hole. It is not worth the audience.
I take up too much time looking for the approval of Facebook "friends" and Twitter followers. Why would I want to make my life tougher with children that I would also have to be responsible for? Especially only one may be profitable and I got to focus on those who are. Like those guests who comes into your hotel (Central Asian...I have six years in the field to know what they want) who expects a kitchenette worthy of Kitchen Stadium to be prepared in their room.
And today's secret ingredient to day is bullshit.
Seeing how you have girlfriends and teammates more focused on what the trip has to offer them, maybe I would not fit in a Wrestlemania crowd. And I thought it was trying to watch 20' by 20' worth of two competitors's efforts in the center of a 120 yard by 50 yard playing surface.
In retrospect, I really bullocked up going to Chicago just to see the ROH double shot and leaving before Wrestlemania 22 happened at the Allstate Arena. If only I was not focused on supporting the junky "best" friend of my deceased inspiration, I could have established a ring rat relationship to get me a ticket. That was at least what my fellow Daniels's Disciples boasted about as a means to see the event.
I would never use somebody like that. Anyhow, I definitely would have had the resources without the $200 heroin addiction to worry about.
This make me wonder if I am to dependent upon bitterness when I write. At least that little detour down memory lane quit me from going back 20 years to my first experience with teammates who skipped out on supporting there mate(s) for the distractions a college town can offer.
Well, I am not going in to those details. Only the wife of the douchiest 1998-99 Morton High School Wrestling teammate might read this blog, so there will be no one's feelings to hurt. Thus an opportunity of a lesson for them in how to treat others would negate me being an asshole would be lost. As would my time.
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