Hey guys, it’s the Andy-San hurr listenin’ to Jeff Beck’s “Where Were You.” It’s an awesome song that you should be listening to right now.
My mom got into an accident today. Don’t worry, she’s ok. I took the day off just in case. The car got banged up pretty bad, but considering that she got hit by a semi that was going 40+ mph, I’m surprised the car’s still in one piece. It actually did more damage to the semi than the car if you can believe it!! The repairs are gonna be hella costly, but hopefully the insurance will cover it or at least most of it.
My bro went to prom today as well. It was with two chicks who were BFFs so he was pimpin’ lol. Actually, one of them was ok looking & really tall. The other one was her DUFF. BFF DUFF OMG WTF BBQ?!!!?!!1
I saw Jess Green of all people at the prom. I don’t think she saw me, but I don’t care. I kept looking to see if she would say hi or something because we were like ten feet away. Now, I told you that story to tell you this story. Back when I was working at Taco Bell, late at night, a husband and wife come in and order their food. I think nothing about it. When they were getting ready to leave, the wife asked me if I was Andy S. (I won’t give out my last name because I’m not retarded lol) and I said yes. She said that she was Jess’ mom and that Jess was getting married. I said that’s cool and said bye to them. That has got to be one of the most awkward conversations I’ve ever had evAr. She recognized me by face (and name-tag, but there’s a lot of Andys around here) and I’d never seen her in my life. Weirdness…
But anyway, I’m happy that Jess is getting married to someone she’s been with for years instead of being like most people around here and getting married after only knowing someone for a couple of months. This brings me to this question: what’s the point of getting married? Besides a ceremony and rings that’ll knock your wallet the fuck out and filing your taxes differently, I don’t see the point. If you love each other, then what else do you need? Now before any of you ladies pull out the tried-and-true c-word that makes men’s nuts shrivel, commitment, let me stop that little brainfart. Commitment is essentially synonymous with boring routine. Yeah, it means dedication, but do you really need a wedding ring to prove it? Marriage basically limits you to one woman and one woman only by a contractual agreement. I’m excluding gay marriages because I’m lazy and believe the same thing applies to them too so nothing against gay people at all. I think that marriage is a way to quell some insecurities in a relationship and in the event it goes sour, you’ll get something out of it financially. I seriously doubt that I’ll get married, but I want to be in a relationship with someone that I love that doesn’t need a contract to prove that I love her. Fuck that shit. In the ass. With a razor dildo.
Well, I’m gonna sign off since I’m gettin’ kinda sleepy. You kids be safe. Nighty-night!