''What are you, handicapped!''............''Am now''

I am such a little bitch. I've just re-read my previous two postings, all they are is extended rants. I feel like doing something different, something less bitch-like, something that can encourage, teach, give hope................actually; fuck that. I've often been praised by my friends for my exstensive and prolonged rants. It seems that my only talent in life is to bitch and moan and given the current economic climate plus the ever-growing number of fucking retards populating this planet, well, i've got plenty to rant about.
Guess what happened me this week? I had surgery, on my ankle. I now have a metal plate attached to my foot for life. I kinda feel like Robocop, apart from the being a cop and not being anything like Robocop, but other than those two small details i'm basically Robocop. This nasty injury occured while trying to wrestle my (younger) brother during a drink fuelled delusion of supremacy. I charged at him. He caught me. He lifted me. He slammed me to the ground. He fell (all 15 stones). My ankle said ''Fuck this'' and split.......literally. Quiet painful. So now i'm out of action for at least 6 weeks, and thats only the cast. I can't play contact sports for a year. Chances are i won't be able to run for up to 6 months. I've been sentenced to obesity, a long, terrible and tasty sentence.
One positive thing about this event is that i can now see how fragile life is. One small little incident, a drunken fall and WHAM! There goes your neck, dead. Dead like a former Pope. How has this changed me? Not one fucking bit. Who gives a shit. Are you going to wrap yourself in bubble-wrap for the rest of your existence? No way Jose. Lets just get pissed, get fired, get laid, get pregnant, get aborted and get the fuck outta here. Like i have my 21st next week, surgeon told me to rest the leg for 2 weeks but i can't turn down a party, not when theres money involved. So i'm gonna get myself a wheelchair, a bottle of vodka and party like twas 1899. Peace out!