Why am I telling myself to wake up? Well for several different reasons. The first is that the Cup race today sucked ass. Why? Well I picked Martin Truex, Jr. to win. I had a dream the other night he would win. He qualified good… he was fast in practice and not 20 fucking laps into the race, his car is dead! Capposh.. it’s gone. The boy has no good luck. Hell, he has no luck at all and if he has any, it’s bad. He can’t win for losing and that pisses me off because he and Elliott fluxuate back and forth as my 2nd favorite driver and both have the shittiest luck.

Hell, Tony’s getting some of that too between last week and today.

He went .2 over the speed limit on pit road and he got a drive through penalty which basically cost him the race. I hate to be immature about this and I hate to be crude, but if he went and sucked someone’s cock like the Hendrick’s boys do (sans Casey, of course), would he have gotten that fine? Probably not, but it’s done and over with now.

I’m also telling myself to wake up because my lazy ass has done nothing today. I should have read some for law, but it’s in the truck and I don’t feel like going out and get it. Yesterday me and some others went to Drexel Park to work on Cameron’s power ranger movie and I looked like a fat prostitute which was amusing as hell and everybody liked what I had on (or at least they said so).

And did I mention I hated the race? Not because of what I mentioned before but because everytime I saw something today, I would think about how and why that was up there, or who did that in the graphics truck…. etc.. etc.. I guess it’s good b/c I learned a lot last week but damn, I’ll never watch a race the same.

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