Bonnaroo is going to be so nice. The extreme temperatures, the trips into my soul, and don’t forget all of the wonderful music that will be waiting to be heard. june 9th couldn’t be farther away. There really isn’t much else to say. All of the expectations that I have of Bonnaroo will be fulfilled, so I’m not even worried about the outcome. So bring it on Bonnaroo, give me your worst.
Since I’m Relatively new at this, obviously I’m going to be with out readers for some time. So, I will probably treat this so called tumblr as a journal that I log ideas and conversations with myself about the random events and Ideologies that could possibly be debated and understood. A very minimal topic of comprehension would be about working at chilis. The topic I would like to briefly cover would be parents and there children eating at a restaurant. So, why is it when two parents and their two small children eat at a restaurant, there seems to be a nuclear explosion. (The explosion, however, with the range of an averaged sized booth at your typical restaurant.) Sugar packets skewed and crayon crudely drawn on the table, which it is a task to clean off.
Okay, so I guess that just happens. People just have children and it can be a little overwhelming at some points. Well here is what I have to say, if you’re a parent and understand that your children do this, at least fucking tip. Not just, oh well 4$. Thats 20%. Make that tip worth my while and quit insulting me with a four fucking dollar tip. Shit like this whole situation described prior is why people go missing. Much love.
