You don't know me. I don't know you. But I feel it is my duty as a fellow human being to let you know.. there is no more blatant way to advertise yourself as a douchebag redneck of epic proportion than to hang a pair of artificial testicles from the back of your giant redneck-mobile.
I can't even begin to describe all the different negative stereotypes that flood my brain when I see this kind of dumbassery. Uneducated, backwards, mysogynist, whiskey-swilling, wife-beating, date-rapin' sumbitch. Now, you may not be ANY of these things. But when you choose to hang a ballsack from the back of your truck, this is the impression that you are giving to at least ONE person, if not everyone.
Is that what you really want to project to those around you? I ask, because I care. And because everytime I see this, some small part of me wants to key your vehicle, just for fun.
A concerned bystander.
I'm frustrated right now, because part of me wants to paint, and another part wants to sleep. I had such a horrible time waking up this morning. It's winter at work. I hit the snooze button 4,693 times it seemed, each time cursing it, cursing the snow, the cold, and just wanting to snuggle up inside my duvet and sleep. It's still dark, frchristssake. Getting up without an alarm is such a luxury.
I haven't painted or made anything in a bit. I'm feeling creative, but bogged down with just too much to do. I'm not even in the holiday spirit. This isn't my usual 'Bah Humbug' not-in-the-spirit type thing. It just feels like an afterthought this year. Like, 'Oh, yeah. Christmas. Right, I should get on that.' I don't have my lights up or anything. Just haven't really thought about it much.
I'm determined to make some time for painting or something this weekend. Just because.