live strong

alright, i have to admit it. These things set me off, no more than that...they enrage me. Kind of like the feeling you get when you glance over to see an ex-girlfreind that your not over yet snuggling up on some other guy. The color yellow even bothers me, why couldnt Lance make it blue or even orange for goodness sake anything but that hideous color yellow. Every time i see someone wearing one my mind instantly snaps into the VH1 show about the decades. I just picture some B rated comedian making half funny jokes about the live strong bracelots like the pump up sneaker or the bicker short craze of the 90s. saying this like "live strong? did anyone actually buy one of those bracelots how did so many people have them? you would think a cure would have been found by now, all the scientists probablly used the money on booze." My question to all who wear them is WHY OH WHY?!? do you really give 3 hoots about cancer? im sure some do but why wear the bracelot...just donate the freakin money and be done. (remember this is being written in pure rage). I guarantee wearing the bracelot will not save or prevent you from getting cancer. oh the yellow...the deep evil of yellow. For the love of sweet apples join me in the resistance of rubber bracelots of all colors: yellow, black, pink, green, white, red...the whole lot of them.
on the other hand, maybe all of this rage comes from me subconsciously wanting to join the bracelot people and do whatever bracelot people do, maybe i am secretly jealous of the mysterious power of the bracelot. They do have a certain aura around them. I wonder if the bracelot people all meet in a secret hiding place or maybe they get free upgrades at mcdonalds. Maybe i am missing out on this movement. Maybe the bracelot people will start wearing live strong socks and live strong undies. Yes..Yes, then i will join the bracelot people when i can wear rubber underwear and not be called 'freak'. Then i might even learn secret information of the car magnet people, but they are for another time my freind.

* free tangent* i actually begged my parents for biker shorts at some point in my elementary years, and i dont know what is scarier: that fact that i wanted them or that i vividly remember crying because i didnt get them. Im not sure if i have fully healed from that moment in my life yet. *