[we yelled fore, there’s nothing else we can do]
My weekend was more than great, complete with BBQ, fireworks, rocking chairs, sweet tea, me being victorious in a high-steaks Wii bowling game, and everything that comes with that. Yep yep.
RJ and I ran the local disc golf course today and we both got stung by fire ants. I think that disc golf is going to be my new thing. I can hear me saying “meet me at tee pad #1 at 9 tomorrow” or, more realistically, “hey do you want to play disc golf later on this week?”. Yeah that seems more likely.
The people at the gas station today hated me. This old woman in front of the bottled water wouldn’t move until I said “excuse me” and then looked at me like it was a sin that I wanted to be hydrated. And the lady at the register glared at me while I was paying. It was sort of surreal. I’m never telling strangers good morning again. It can suck for them for all I care now.
Thank you rude people, you’ve ruined it for the rest of the world.
Goodnights are still okay though, so goodnight.