I want to write a long post about the San Francisco trip, but I am just so jaded that it’s going to just be a long bitch fest. To spare you guys, I will skip the bitching and summarize it before I start.
Ben is quite possibly the most shallow person I have ever met. Two fucking days. All he could talk about was cars, clothes, and “hot guys.” Fucking kill me now.
There was no conversation on this trip at all after we arrived, save for “Oh, look at that hot guy!” I mean nothing.
Ben snubbed the group of people I respect most in the whole world. For that he will never be more than an acquaintance.
OK. I’m going to summarize the trip too, because I don’t want to relive all this crap.
We made it to the city in record time.
We were in ecstasy as we passed the Golden Gate Bridge.
We checked into our hotel, got dressed up, and went down to Castro Street.
There was really nobody there, so we went back and went to sleep.
We woke up early in the morning and Ben went shopping while me and Zack accompanied him.
He spent hundreds of dollars.
I was so sick of the complete lack of intelligent conversation that I spent $10 using my cell phone on roaming to call Misty and Selena.
I pretended I was having fun for the rest of the day.
We got onto this big gay.com bus and watched everybody.
We went back to the hotel room and got all pretty to go out.
Took the subway back to Castro Street, there was this wild party that I actually had a bit of fun at.
Returned to the room at about one in the morning.
Tried to wake up at 9:30 for the parade but ended up sleeping in until almost checkout time.
Tried to find a parking space, ended up driving around for about three hours in traffic, did eventually find a parking space nine blocks away from where we wanted to go. By this time the parade was over, so we just went back to Diesel on Castro Street for Ben to buy this hoodie that he saw someone wear at the party last night. On the way back Ben got us lost and we walked about seven more blocks in the wrong direction. Ended up at Haight-Ashbury. I was livid.
Walked 17 blocks back to the car.
Drove in bumper-to-bumper traffic for like three hours to Kelly’s house.
Had an incredible amount of fun while Ben and Zack stayed in the car pissed off.
We left at 4 a.m.
I drove six hours without any sleep that night. I had to roll down the window and keep slapping my face to stay awake.
30 mi. outside of Eureka I woke Ben up and he took over driving.
We arrived at Crescent city at around 11 in the afternoon.
Went to work.
Went home at 4 p.m.
Slept all night.
Went to work the next day
Got home, talked to my cousin and mom, photoblogged.
And here I am.
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unfucking believable… what the fuck is your problem Arthur? first off, you slander me behind my back with your little blog, then with your cousin and her friends while im in the other room listening to you bitch, and who’s next? so i told us to go in the wrong direstion ONCE–who gives a fuck, you were having fun sitting in traffic (by the way WTF was that?!). the map is in front of me, we walked a total of 6 blocks more than we would have anywayz, not 17 you dick. and need i remind you every time you said go right it was left, when it was left you said right, when it was forward YOU said backward…your stupid. lastly you wanted to go to haight ashbury the entire time–or was that your clone?
if you were having such a horrible time why didnt you just go do your own thing? i would have been fine stuffing my face, check’n out the eye candy, shopping, and whatever else i went to san fran to do. who the fuck cares if i was being shallow on the trip, i was having this thing called fun, you might not know what that is.
maybe i was sitting in the car pissed cuz going to your cousins added at least 2+ hours onto the trip back (which i was fine with). then when we pulled up you said, “we’ll only be here for 2 hours at the most” (which i was also totaly cool with) but wait we ended up being there for 6 fucking hours after you had made a choice to spend the night without asking zach or i. maybe i was pissed cuz after we had been there for 2 hours and i said, “could we get going soon?” you went into your cousins room and started talking mad shit about me as if i couldnt hear you and when we brought it up in the car after we had FINALY left you acted like a little bitch and said, “yeah, well…whatever” to almost anything. maybe i was pissed, Arthur, because i have to bust my ass at work for 8 hours the next day? does that not make sence to you? maybe i was pissed cuz i knew that i would get about 2 hours of amazingly uncomfortable sleep while driving back so that i would barely make it to work in time.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>take all the photos of me off your blog. dont include me in any of your rants.< <<<<<<<<<<<<<<
in the end MAYBE you will get the idea to stop talking shit about people. should i return the favor or not stoop to your level? i know ill vent and not be a little coward like you–next time you see me remind me that i have something to say to you.
Post the pictures of Dustin on the toilet!!!!
oh, one more thing.
feel free to delete my comment but delete your post about me with it.
theres no fun in a one sided argument and propaganda is so republican