I haven't posted latley because Comcast doesn't like us. Apparently there is this thing called a bill and wouldn't you know, it comes to your house every month. What amazed me more is that they expect you to pay this "bill" every month. When they said a bill would be coming to my house every month, I thought that they were going to send some dude named Bill over my house to party with us. I was like "Sweet, A new friend!" Man was I wrong.
I'm back online though for at least another month so no worries kids (ha I'm talking as if I have millions of fans reading this when I know only five or so people actually read this, and half of them don't, thats right .5 I'm talking to you!.) Anyway...
Big news! I got a car today! It's a 2001 VW Jetta, and it's PIMP! I can finally hold my head up high as I drive past all the cute girlies around the way. No more cargo net tailgate, no more making people think that my car is about to fall apart around me, no more using a pliers to roll down the window (better yet no more having to roll down the window if I don't want to do so). NO MORE TRUCK. Although I am geeked about this super pimp ride, I must say a few words to honor the hard years my beloved "The Noise" has endured. So I wrote this letter:
Dear The Noise,
Ever since our first encounter in 1998 I was in love with you. Your pretty red shiny metal body always seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. The soft fabric and coushiony goodness of your seat always made me feel so at home. I loved the way you always held a special place for my ass that fit perfect. I will always fave fond memories of giving you baths, and feeding you that delicious oil you loved so much. We had so many good times together. All the adventures to Detroit, the stary night drives through the country side coming back from Allendale hoping we didn't come across a deer, the beach, the trails, the bog-outs and smoke sessions in the garage, all the winters you never crashed...I'll never forget any of it. As I type this right now every noise you ever made to earn your namesake runs through my head and it makes me weep. You don't know how hard it was for me to just leave you behind today. Sure, I probablly so happy when I got into that "new" car, but inside I died a little. It makes me sad to think that your parked in a dark car lot next to a highway, just feeling so abandoned, asking yourself "Why!? Why, God, does it have to be this way!? Why doesn't he love me?" Well I'll tell you why, you turned into an old piece of shit that I was embaressed to be seen in that had more problems than George Bush in an angry Arab mob in the black ghetto. I still love you though and I always will. As long as we don't lose the dream we'll never forget. I'll miss you buddy.
P.S. Fuck you. Only a little, but still fuck you.