So one of the few good things that happened to me yesterday, which was a sort of a god-forsaken yesterday that didn't contain much good things within, was that someone handed me a bubble-blower pen. You see, naturally I was stoked. A bubble-blower pen. For free. I don't even need to explain that. Bubbles aren't to be taken lightly, no pun intended. Oh and it was a Valentine's bubble-blower pen. You know, all red and stuff, with a smiley heart handle to the bubble-blowing wand. Totally stoked.
I didn't get to check it out until I got home, or moreover, the next day, when I woke up with it beside my bed, and when I had decided that I was going to do some bubble-blowing...in the room. Once the momentum has started, you cannot stop a bubble-blowing mood, lest you want heavy, heavy consequences.
Well I went to unscrew the top of the pen, and what is this? I can't even get it out of the base? What is this? Maybe it is just snagged on something. No. I check the transparent reservoir and what do I see? The wand is broken. Fuckin' useless. You can't blow bubbles without a goddamn bubble wand. And I thought things were starting to look up.
I ought to go and see if I can get an exchange. In an ideal world, every individual has equal opportunity, maybe even equal right to a bubble-blowing pen. If this is not the case, well then surely a revolution of sorts is in order. But we all know what happens when there is a revolution. There's different parties with different agendas within the revolution, and divisions form, and the revolution eventually begins to eat itself.
I mean, everyone remembers that maniac Robespierre.
This is bullshit.
