So, I felt something that I really haven't felt in a long time. After taking my cousins to see that Ratatoullie movie, we came out of the theatre and I saw his shiny new red truck sitting in the parking lot. Which means he was now in the theatre we had just come out of.
As we walked by it, I had such a deep resentment towards what that truck held. I knew it was his from the decal on the canopy, and I did my best not to show it, but I felt ready to freak out. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to smash in each window, scratch that perfect paint job, slash all four tires to shreds, shatter the headlights, dent the body, pour sugar in the gas tank, and just abuse that truck to the point that it couldn't be repair. No matter how much time and money he put into it. And that truck is completely innocent of us. The Mustang.... I would give it an even worse fate.
I can't remember the last time I felt that much.... hate towards him, or his possessions. I hope it's not a regular occurance....
On another note, I move back to Nanaimo on the 25th of this month. I know that this year will result in good times with Jilly and I, and of course the lovely ladies who live across the hall. I'm actually kind of eager to get back to school, as much of a work load this is going to be on me. As long as I can stay focused, everything will be just fine. My environments are going to be a lot less stressfull this year.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
We will have a very chill place, I can tell already. We've got gooood vibes going! Miss ya!!
Post a Comment