Ludicrous Speed

So...yet another rediculous occurrence in the tornado ridden blizzard frenzied capitol...

Upon this great Thursday night, a small group of lowly Springfieldians decided on a social expedition...well...upon my entrance...I induced a massive coca-cola/vodka spill onto blankets, books, and a wall. This made my girlfriend not want to enjoy life at all. She stayed at home tonight. Besides her, a small group ventured to a shithole bar called Pub Springfield. We played darts, took shots, and I drove home along with a friend and her friend. We left the bar understanding we were meeting at our friend Travis' place. This friend...unfortunately...was not in my car but the other. We get to his apartment...and unbeknownst to us...the dumb bastards decide to visit Denny's for a late night, sit-down dinner...while me and a friend sit in the parking lot of his apartment. What the fuck is wrong with this picture??? Why not call and tell us to meet up?? Why leave us in the dark? What fucking planet are these people from? Coming from a sane place, I feel like I just got to Gotham City under the reign of Joker played by Nicholson. Does everyone have to be crazy in this town? I think in order to get here, you have to be. I must be nuts because I am here for at least another year and I don't know how I will get through it when dumb shit like this happens. Who leaves their friends waiting outside a locked door in the cold? Being drunk is no excuse for this type of stupidity. I already miss home. There's no place like home...There's no place like home...There's no place like home... Wishful thinking is masturbation. To end...There's no place like home...