Entry: BIG ANG HAIRY. Monday, November 02, 2009



i come bearing a bedtime story! quite sad and funny one.

there was a race.
and 2 athletes.
1 ran for the country, 1 for her school. (sad i know)
school runner knew she'd never be able to beat country runner. ever. no shit sherlock.
prize of $1000 at stake.
so the race began.
school runner used oil, black magic, sticks & stones.
school runner won. country runner was battered, injured & bruised.
school runner smirked and ran to her prize, basking in all the glory; what did she achieve? fame. (wanna say fortune but $1000 ain't shit issit?) PRIDE.
country runner was scorned; if she rocked up to the media and told of the truth, and school runner's cheating ways; she'd be stoned for "attempting to steal the lime light" from the underdog. if she didn't, how would she explain to her manager? to herself? to mr. veritas and mr. equitas?
and so she was ridiculed and shamed, taunted and shoved aside by her team, by her country.
what sort of well-loved country runner could not beat a school runner?

for days she felt like crappola- pic of school runner splashed on papers to rub salt into the wound.

and then...
how much OIL and BLACK MAGIC and STICKS & STONES can she use?
how much self integrity and dignity would one put on the line for earthly glory?
how many times would she be able to pull this shit off?
how long will it take for these half-arsed talentless spectators who know not a flying fuck about running to get bored of this non-factor and move on with better things to talk about and new gossip?
which real country will abandon their sportsmen?
$1000 prize money? she was a fucking runner for her country. she doesn't need the fucking pitiable amount.

in the end, she felt sympathy for the school runner. must have been hard running against her. must have sold her soul to the devil for the ill-gotten fame that she now possesses, temporarily that is. she needed it more than me, she thought. oh well. dirt of the shoulder!

david beckham @ world cup?

bah! the best thing about the whole situation is this:
me: hey hey *** imagine is blablabla did that to you?
him: hahaha... blablabla will NEVER do that to me.
and we are supposed to say the same about the people we know.




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