Love Mold

Everytime I publically (sp?) declare my dislike for the 4th of July, I'm always greeted with an astonished "But Why??" as if I just said I like to eat babies or something.

I've never really had a stellar 4th of July. They've all been mediocre and somewhat lonely, even when I was in a relationship. As the years have gone by, I cared less and less for that romantic, cuddling while watching the fireworks on the grass thing that everyone does.

My one and only romantic fireworks was not even on the 4th of July, it was on Venetian Night, and it was on a badass boat.

So, yeah, fuck the 4th of July.

And I'm not saying fuck what it celebrates, because independence is dope.

Rather, I think what I meant to say is...fuck fireworks and FUCK CROWDS! YEAH!

I had to work today, and considering my distaste for the holiday, I didn't really mind. I really only minded missing out on beers and BBQ with the famo.

(Although those fat bastards didn't even save me a plate.)

When I came back from work, I tossed back a few brews with my bros and their ladies, and thus ended my 4th...hungrily, and humorous.

Here are your QOTDS

Moira: I loved it when you'd visit, so I didn't wanna go out with you right away. So I'd just invite you out with my friends, and then I liked you so much cause you grew on me.

Tony: So you're saying I'm mold?

Moira: Yes, you're my love mold!