Dear F***!!!! (Part II)

Dear F***!!!! (Part II),

You it. I'm going to you-ing Hawaii!!!! Sure - now I've got to pay money for it. It's a little bit expensive (although cheaper than I first anticipated). I don't know what I'm going to do with my stupid you-ing "FREE" ticket. But I'm going to Hawaii. Because I REALLY want to. And so I am.

I mean - if I'm going to be a twenty-something with the social life of a 50 year-old, I should get some sort of benefit out of it, right? We've already been over how much I save by being a quasi-hermit with no drug or alcohol-related habits. So why the you can't I go to Hawaii if I want to? No reason. No you-ing reason AT ALL. And so I'm you-ing going, damnit. And that's that.

I pulled the trigger on a ticket this evening. I'll spend more money on the trip than I planned, of course, but if I do it right - it won't be THAT much more. I just won't be staying anywhere fancy at all. Which is fine. I'm not a fancy man (hence the social life of a 50 year-old). All I really need is some flip flops, shorts, and a sunny place to be during the day - the night-time doesn't really matter at all. Because I'm not going for the night-time.

So you getting upsot about the ticket. It sucks. A lot. But it's not the end of the you-ing world. And now it just encourages me to take an extra trip before the end of June. Where I'm going to go - I don't really know. Maybe I could sell it to a friend who is already planning on going somewhere. They could use my free ticket, pay me some money for it (but cheaper than they would have on the flight), and we all win in the end. Friends? How's that sound?

So that's that. I'm not going to kill myself over this one. Some day down the line I might find myself staring into a couple-hundred-dollar hole because of my stupidity, but I'll deal with that when the day comes. I'm not married. I have no kids. This plane ticket isn't going to mean the difference between working or retiring when I'm 70. It's not going to pay for my (imaginary) kids' college tuition. You - by the time I would even have kids thinking about college, the money probably wouldn't even pay for any APPLICATION FEES. What with inflation and all - the money I am now forced to actually fork over for this flight will probably be equivalent to a full tank of unleaded gasoline in 10 years. It's all relative.

So you it. I'm going to Hawaii, anyway. And I'm going to love it. And I'll hurt myself trying to surf. And I'll be all proud of it because I'll have earned the pain from true use of my body.

You you, Alaska Airlines. Because I'm going to Hawaii.

You-ing A,
CVT