Doing stuff

I went climbing yesterday and I really am like a walrus, an overweight one. Afterwards, I stopped at this restaurant and I'm sitting at this table by myself and suddenly the shit goes down. The host sits a table of two adults and three fucking snot nosed kids. I'm sitting there minding my own business, thinking about my trip up to Wilson this weekend and all the things I want to do, the people I want to see, and the teachers I will beg for good recommendations. Steadily, I am getting more excited about going up to Dogwood and maybe making out with someone whose name I won't remember... yeah...that won't happen but its my head, I can dream. So in other words I am not in the mood to be listening to some fucking kids bitching about how they don't want to eat french fries at a mexican restaurant. This one kid kept staring at me and I seriously wanted to tell the parents that their offspring better stop fucking looking at me or I'm going throw the rest of my beer in its face. Of course these people just gave me some weird ass looks because I was not doting on their disgusting children like everyone else. Also, there was a slight look of pity in the women's eyes, as though it was a bad thing that I was sitting by myself and that I hate children. Maybe it is sad but I'm the only person that has to deal with it.