Urgh, I have a bad feeling about this entry... it's the thirteenth...
Anyhow, yesterday and the days before that I didn't post anything were pleasant, just too hectic for me to add something for you all to see. I finally sobered up completely from my trip to Alfred's house.
Speaking of Alfred. After our little "adventure" on St. Patrick's Day, that stupid git decides that we should "hang out" more often! What sort of nonsense is that!? What we did that night is NOT something I want to repeat again! I was drunk. I was completely sloshed. And so was he. I see no reason why he would find waking up with such a disgracefully painful hangover as I had to be worth doing over.
And another thing! The things he keeps suggesting that we do together include, but are not limited to:
1. Eating hamburgers (no thank you)
2. Eating chicken (still no thank you)
3. Eating food (IS THAT ALL HE EVER THINKS ABOUT!?)
4. Going out drinking
And much, MUCH more... it's not that I don't WANT to be around him occasionally, but his ideas of FUN are simply absurd. Perhaps if he were to come to me wanting to play a nice game of rugby, I might accept. However, food? No. Just no. Not the shit he calls food.
Hamburgers... how shameful that I am the one who practically raised him.
Perhaps positive changes in his life will come from wanting to be around a good role model like me.
That's all for today. If anyone else would like to bash Alfred, here's your opprotunity. Fill in the sentence as you see fit.
America is _______________________________________________.
And yes, explitives are fine. I use them when referring to him all the time.
-Arthur
