Alas.

Here I sit in your typical two-bed hotel room with nothing but a Pepsi, a laptop and a multitude of mosquito bites that aggravate the hell out of me. Yes, you guess it! I'm back in Florida. But I'm leaving tomorrow so all is sorta ok. Today, I went to Disney world. It's my fourth time there and for the most part, there's nothing new. It's got your over-priced water, long ass lines, lame ass rides and scalding hot sun mixed with stinky tourists.

There's one thing that Disney World taught me though. And that's the blatant fact that I DETEST strollers/wheel-chairs. Any type of SHIT without human legs does NOT belong in a crowd, I don't care WHAT the occassion may be. Christ, you have these extended families with these...quadruple strollers taking up 200% of the motherfuckin walkway goin .004 miles per day. I swore to myself today that I will NEVER bring children unable to walk on their own for long periods of time to ANY theme park, including liberty land--as despicable as THAT place is...

No, really. Wheel chairs and strollers are the antithesis of anything good. And what was ultimately stupid was the sight of these big, grown-ass kids in these bulky, cumbersome Disney tanks. I mean these bastards looked like they were fifteen-sixteen goddamn years old!! I'm thinkin, "WTF?! Get your dumb ass up and walk like a normal person!!" Hell, the stroller itself was more pissed than *I* was. The shit was all broken down and bent outwards, the bottom was scrapin' the ground, little rubber wheels screeching like nails on a chalkboard up and down Tomorrow Land. Those magical Disney strollers were screaming in agony, "AHH!! Jesus Christ, please kill me, now!"

And please don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about a person in a wheelchair that was paralyzed. I mean it when I say stroller--the annoying fold-up chair on wheels with squeaky toys, tote bags and handle bars. How lazy can people get?

Now for the wheel chairs, eh. Well, I'll say this, they get on my nerves, regardless of who's riding in it. And if you've got a serious enough problem(s) that you're confined to sitting for the rest of your life...you probably shouldn't be at Disney World anyway. As mean as that sounds, 99.9% of the crap at Disney World is NOT DESIGNED for you. Reality check please... What the hell are you doing in a bright, loud, hectic theme park at the age of 216 hunched over in a wheelchair with two oxygen tanks strapped to your back like a goddamm scuba diver and a pace maker/dialysis machine the size of a 6-pack in your lap?? Fun for all ages my ass...

Besides, I like Universal Studios better anyway.

My plane leaves early tomorrow morning and I'd very much like to be at least somewhat awake to get to the airport. Goodnight all.