January 30, 2009

Story Episode #3:

Ghostly people started streaming out, caked in white powder, rubbing their eyes and face and looking dazed. I stood up, donned my shocked face, and ran over to see if I could be of any help.
"Oh my God, are you all right? Should I call 911?"
Several people were coughing and others were looking sadly at their ruined clothes and hair. An elderly man stomped over to where I was, he was purpley-red in the face, a sure sign of classic furious-rage-bottle-up-er.
"GODDAMN PROTESTERS! I HOPE THEY ALL ROT IN HELL!" He took a deep breath to continue his tiarade but instead inhaled some of the white powder and instantly doubled over with coughs. I tried to pat him on the back but he shook me off. I could hear the sirens in the distance, some neighbors must have took it upon themselves to report the incident. I slowly walked towards the entrance of the Post Office and casually called out to anyone who might have been interested, "I'll go see if there's anyone else inside that might need some help."
As I crossed the threshold and my eyes adjusted to the dim, powder-caked everything, I instantly recognized what it was I came to retrieve. This post office contained a trophy case of all the various bowling and charity events the employees had participated in.

Okay, so it's been a while but this episode came somewhat easier than the others. I think I'm going to be less hard on myself and not try to document every single movie I've seen. It's like dieting I guess. If you f-up it's okay to just forget it and move on.

"Friday Night" by Lily Allen


Friday night last orders at the pub,
Get in the car and drive to the club,
There's a massive crowd outside so we get in to the queue
It's quarter past 11 now we won't get in till quarter to two.

It's quarter to and we get to the front,
Girl on a guest list dressed like a cunt
She asked security to check inside my shoes,
You can play this game with me but you know you're gonna lose.

Looked me up and down,
I don't make a sound,
There's a lesson that I want you to learn,
If you're gonna play with fire then you're gonna get burned,

Don't try and test me cos you'll get reaction,
Another drink and I'm ready for action,
I don't know who you think you are,
But making people scared wont get you very far.


In the club make our way to the bar,
Good dancing love but you should of worn a bra.
Guy on the mike and he's making too much noise,
There's these girls in the corner wanting attention from the boys.

I see these girls and they're shouting through the crowd,
Don't understand why they're being really loud.
They make their way over to me,
They try to push me out the way,
I'll push her back, she looks at me and says,
What you tryna say?

[Chorus x2]


I heard this on the radio today and it made me think of myself lol. Oh it has been a long long time since I've been vicious and thrown some punches. The sucker who gets all that pent up aggression will definitely be worse for the wear. (Don't worry friends, I usually only hit strangers). I was thinking about it at work, how I would go about throwing down some punk ass and it's important when fighting a woman to make sure not to get your eyes gouged out and be prepared for a serious headache/less hair. I hope I remember to tense up my stomach and that if I get in the position to slam her head in the ground, that I remember to just rub it in the ground instead (don't want it to look too bad). Jail time for such a fight does not daunt me in the slightest. Just going through various scenarios gets my blood pumping.
....I should probably do some more yoga next week...

If you want to hear it, here's a funny YouTube Sims Music Vid of the song.