Pretty Sad

Last night at league I played a pretty good player and lost 7-6. I would say that we both got some good breaks in the match but he got another roll or two. I played a very average game most of the night and gave away 2-3 games by missing DUMB shots. This last statement is why I'm not pissing and moaning about my "bad luck" during our match in which he combo'd in the 9 early twice and got super lucky kicking it in another time. If I play well I'm going to win regardless of what kind of luck he gets. He was a good shotmaker but he doesn't have all the "shots". By "shots" I mean cue ball control, english, and knowing how to get the cue ball where he wants it on a tough shot. My opponent was very friendly and a good player but I'm quite disappointed that I lost to him. I picked this guy to play because this team has the raging douchebag that I spoke about in an earlier post, the really good player that complained about everything. I beat him last time and I really enjoy playing people better than me but this guy was too much so I made sure another guy on my team had to put up with his shit.
This team has six people on it and all they all came to our place, their bar is clear down south and probably a 20 minute drive and only three people can play. I don't really understand this, my team has three people on it and one guy who said he would be a sub so he would only come if someone couldn't make it. I enjoy playing pool and being around it but I don't need to drive 20 minutes to not play in a match. When I see something like this that I don't understand I like to dissect why they would do that and all I can come up with is they hate their wives and want out of the house.

I'm really annoying myself with this damn car situation. I'm waffling back and forth on what to do and if I should buy this car or fix my car or maybe get that car...FUCK, SHIT, ASS!!! Just make up my mind already and stick the fuck with it. You know that guy that you have to see sometimes that really annoys the shit out of you and want to jab your pen in his eye, well thats the way I feel about myself right now. I'm usually a very decisive person so when I'm not I get aggravated with myself.

When I'm annoyed I have a tendency to let even more things annoy me that might not ordinarily do so. For your convenience and enjoyment I'll run down a list of these things:
1. I have WebMD on my homepage and one of the headlines is "Did malaria and bone disease kill King Tut"? Well I'll start by saying this-Who the fuck really cares? Really? Seriously? Where do they get the money to do these tests that 1 in a billion people care about? Couldn't we use this money for...well ANY-FUCKING-THING-ELSE!
2. Why do I have to dry my towels three goddamn times before they're dry? I've had a guy come out and check the vent out of the house, I've had a guy come and check out the dryer(and actually replace a part that was supposedly fixing the problem), and had to speak to "Steve" from customer service who can barely fucking speak english.
3. Why are brokers dropping my loads on me? I can't get a goddamn thing done today.
4. people who type like this. Move your goddamn pinky and hit the shift key when you type your first letter of the sentence. You lazy sons-a-bitches it isn't hard.
5. PEOPLE WHO TYPE LIKE THIS...DO I NEED TO ELABORATE. This is the faggot in the bar or at work that talks so fucking loud you can't hear yourself think.
5. People who can't count.
7. Anybody name Fred.
8. People, who when counting on their hands, use their thumb for number one. HEY FONZIE, use your index finger like the rest of the educated world!
9. Grown men who wear sweats in Public. Come on people, it's not like this is something that just came up. Put some damn pants on, nobody and I mean NOBODY wants to see what you're packin'. Grocery store or convenience store= OK, running out for something real quick in sweats. Driving 50 miles to get to a pool tournament wearing sweats= Douchebag.

That's all.