Dear Journal,
Today was the dawn of a new me. It was awesome and sad, happy and bad. I feel some remorse but I think in the next few minutes it will pass me by. I visited my friend Rob today at his house for the usual festivities of hanging out, playing Halo, and munching on snacks and drinking beer. After I ate lunch at the local Burrito Palace, I went to his house and he greeted me saying the game and drinks were ready. He wasn't much of a bean eater but I was and he knew what happened after I've had my fill. But I ate there anyway and didn't tell him I would have gas in the ass today. I loved starting the fart wars (his best came from fish) and the beans were reaching the exit hole. We sat down and played one-on-one Halo for at least half an hour before I started getting pissed off. He kept hiding and shooting me from behind, getting the better weapons, and just hogging the heavy artillery all the time. He always did that when we played and this time was no different. Most people hate dickwad halo players like that and I am no exception. But my revenge was being served up at that moment as a massive fart grew in my gut. Feeling the need to let it out, I stood up while the screen loaded and walked in front of him. His TV is up on a dresser and he usually sits in an old cushiony rocking chair low to the ground nearby. He was looking right into the back of my shorts.
Today was the dawn of a new me. It was awesome and sad, happy and bad. I feel some remorse but I think in the next few minutes it will pass me by. I visited my friend Rob today at his house for the usual festivities of hanging out, playing Halo, and munching on snacks and drinking beer. After I ate lunch at the local Burrito Palace, I went to his house and he greeted me saying the game and drinks were ready. He wasn't much of a bean eater but I was and he knew what happened after I've had my fill. But I ate there anyway and didn't tell him I would have gas in the ass today. I loved starting the fart wars (his best came from fish) and the beans were reaching the exit hole. We sat down and played one-on-one Halo for at least half an hour before I started getting pissed off. He kept hiding and shooting me from behind, getting the better weapons, and just hogging the heavy artillery all the time. He always did that when we played and this time was no different. Most people hate dickwad halo players like that and I am no exception. But my revenge was being served up at that moment as a massive fart grew in my gut. Feeling the need to let it out, I stood up while the screen loaded and walked in front of him. His TV is up on a dresser and he usually sits in an old cushiony rocking chair low to the ground nearby. He was looking right into the back of my shorts.