Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
And there ain't nothing in this world for free
Oh no, we can't slow down, we can't hold back
Though you know we wish we could
Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good ♪
The moral of the story: become a Jedi. We all know that the Dark side has it's perks. The power of electrocuting people, the infamy, the supposed "cookies". I'll probably stick to being a Jedi.
However, just in case, I've decided that if I were a Sith Lord(ess?), my Sith name would be Darth(e?) Beaste.
That's also my laser tag name. It's quite embarrassing really.
The first time I ever went Laser tagging, I thought I'd impress the cute guy who works/worked there with my nerdiness. So when we were signing up or whatever, I told him my "codename" would be Darth Beaste (except there wasn't enough room for the "e" at the end of "Beaste" those bitches xP ).
Anyway, since it was my very first time, I was kind of the worst player. To make life even more swell, the cute guy decided to announce all the scores out loud along with our "codenames."
Why is this a bad thing, you ask? I answer:
1) I was the worst player and now everybody knew it.
2) I could tell that everybody there thought I was the ditsy Indian chick. After my ID was revealed, I was the nerdy, ditsy Indian chick.
3) It was just embarrassing, okay? Embarrassment needs no justification.
So there you have it. I'm so tangential (<-- SAT vocab wee! 2400, here I come.)
May the Force be with you,
Sushi, AKA Darth Beaste
PS. Song of the day: "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" - Cage the Elephant (<--- AKA the real Aesop)
My name is Sushi. It's short for Sushmita. I don't actually like sushi at all. In fact I hate fish. I also hate country music. But I love this country.
I don't know what it is about this blog that interests you, but don't think that this whole blog thing is intrusive in any way. Wanna read the whole thing? Go for it. Knock your socks off.
In short, welcome to my blog. :D
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