"Just because it's over doesn't mean you win." BCW
Fucking work ruined some valuable hoop time. Also inconsiderate overweight people who don't know the meaning of I got next. I should have knocked them on their ass. I should have just ran out there and shot hoops while they were playing every time they took a shot I should have tried knocking it out of the hoop. Or just run out there and steal the ball and kick it and interfere with the game as much as possible.
Those fatties should have respected the unwritten rules of pick-up basketball.
When I got there there was a five on five game and 8 players on the sidelines, 9 counting me. The next game the first five players on the sidelines play the winners. Then the next four players waiting get to play and they get to pick up one player from the five players that lost in the very first game.
Instead of getting to play I had to watch three games when I should have been playing in the 3rd game. Instead people who lost on the first game took my turn.
Pathetic since they are basically too fat to move. Just clogging up space . I really hate people sometimes. I wonder if they even have jobs, because I was just on my lunch break. They could have played all day.Even though the majority of their day is probably spent eating. Can you tell I'm pissed off? I should have been on that damn court for at least one game. I really wanted to play. I wish they played after work, but I doubt all that many people show up then, because they have to go pick up their welfare check.
In college I could skip class to keep playing, but not anymore. In the real world.
Poor excuse for basketball players.
Happier without me sweet!
I love the way the wind blows your hair. It's kinda hot.
You look so damn good in blue jeans.
There's nothing wrong. End the excuses. Spank the behavior out of him.
Listen to Phil Collins I wish it would rain down.
I loved the storm this morning wish I could cuddle up with you during it and just listen.
I miss talking to you. You want to go out sometime this weekend? Fuck that.
Look at it pour. I want to run around in it.
I never heard someone belittling the actions of every single person in such a slight behind the back manner as this person. A true knit picker and not even a good one at that. Makes no sense.
I wish your golden head band offered me a ray of sunshine.
Potty training not exactly my specialty or cup of tea. Not what I went to school for.
I want to wear loafers to work. I need to buy a pair. Ones that go with black pants.
Friday, April 24, 2009
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