Fans and Nonfans :
In Super Mario Bros. for the NES, in Level 1-2, there's this funky bathroom techno beat. You know the one. "Dun-nuh-dun-nuh-duh-duh! Dun-nuh-dun-nuh-duh-duh!" and so on and so forth. I've been randomly crooning it all day. It sucks. Can't help it. I keep remembering when we were sitting at Chris's house and Bubba played it on his guitar. It was the most awesome thing that was ever awesome.
I get paid today for the starting half of a design job. The design job is pretty sweet, and since it keeps threatening to snow -- I want to get the shopping out of the way that needs to be done.
This girl keeps sending me messages on MySpace where she tells me that she thinks we'd get along "famously". I then check out her MySpace profile and she's just rambling on about her "peeps" and how she's the lost member of the Pussycat Dolls. She's got a face only a blind mother could love, she takes pictures of herself in club clothing that are obviously four sizes too small and every goddamn picture blinks. You know how much I hate that? When people overuse the fucking blinky graphics? It's like fucking raccoons. Only people who have smoked WAY too much weed can appreciate the blinky graphics. It's sparkly and gets their attention .. and it pisses me OFF.
So anyways, this chick is all rambling about how poetic I am. It's at this point where I'm imagining sticking a melon-baller into her eyesocket to pluck her eyeballs out. I tell her that I think it's flattering she likes my writing, but that her and I don't truly seem to have much in common. This is when she decides to send me her bloody fucking poetry.
Yeah. Great. Poetry.
I seem to have this face and approachability factor that makes people think I'm as sweet as I look. I have a cute smile, I'm cute and squeaky when people talk to me and they all assume this is because I'm "nice and adorable".
No. Actually. I'm not. It's God's way of tricking you stupid fuckers into divulging your innermost to me so I can store it all up and use it against you later on. I'm not sweet and charming unless I like you. If I like you, it's usually only figured out way later than when we first meet. When we first meet and you actually talk to me and I'm not HUMORING YOU, then I'm a raging bitch. I'm snarky, sarcastic and crude. I think women are the downfall of society and I usually swear to everyone that if I had a cock, I'd be the next best thing to Jesus.
Or Kanye West.
Because face it, Kanye's pretty cool.
SO ANYWAYS, in closing -- if you're a female and you find yourself glittering with fascination over the idea of befriending me, don't. Unless you have the absolute positive outlook that you're ANYTHING like me, don't even bother. I'm terribly picky and quite tempermental when it comes to who I allow around me. If I talk to you now, that's because I like you. If I approach you, it's because I want to talk to you.
No, I'm not bitter and mean. I'm not anti-social. I'm realistic. Life is way too short to weed through the throngs of morons and manipulators. I'd rather just approach those who seem like I'd get along with them and take it from there. :)
I've no clue how this got into all that, but thanks for your time and consideration. :D
Hugs and Kisses!
I get paid today for the starting half of a design job. The design job is pretty sweet, and since it keeps threatening to snow -- I want to get the shopping out of the way that needs to be done.
This girl keeps sending me messages on MySpace where she tells me that she thinks we'd get along "famously". I then check out her MySpace profile and she's just rambling on about her "peeps" and how she's the lost member of the Pussycat Dolls. She's got a face only a blind mother could love, she takes pictures of herself in club clothing that are obviously four sizes too small and every goddamn picture blinks. You know how much I hate that? When people overuse the fucking blinky graphics? It's like fucking raccoons. Only people who have smoked WAY too much weed can appreciate the blinky graphics. It's sparkly and gets their attention .. and it pisses me OFF.
So anyways, this chick is all rambling about how poetic I am. It's at this point where I'm imagining sticking a melon-baller into her eyesocket to pluck her eyeballs out. I tell her that I think it's flattering she likes my writing, but that her and I don't truly seem to have much in common. This is when she decides to send me her bloody fucking poetry.
Yeah. Great. Poetry.
I seem to have this face and approachability factor that makes people think I'm as sweet as I look. I have a cute smile, I'm cute and squeaky when people talk to me and they all assume this is because I'm "nice and adorable".
No. Actually. I'm not. It's God's way of tricking you stupid fuckers into divulging your innermost to me so I can store it all up and use it against you later on. I'm not sweet and charming unless I like you. If I like you, it's usually only figured out way later than when we first meet. When we first meet and you actually talk to me and I'm not HUMORING YOU, then I'm a raging bitch. I'm snarky, sarcastic and crude. I think women are the downfall of society and I usually swear to everyone that if I had a cock, I'd be the next best thing to Jesus.
Or Kanye West.
Because face it, Kanye's pretty cool.
SO ANYWAYS, in closing -- if you're a female and you find yourself glittering with fascination over the idea of befriending me, don't. Unless you have the absolute positive outlook that you're ANYTHING like me, don't even bother. I'm terribly picky and quite tempermental when it comes to who I allow around me. If I talk to you now, that's because I like you. If I approach you, it's because I want to talk to you.
No, I'm not bitter and mean. I'm not anti-social. I'm realistic. Life is way too short to weed through the throngs of morons and manipulators. I'd rather just approach those who seem like I'd get along with them and take it from there. :)
I've no clue how this got into all that, but thanks for your time and consideration. :D
Hugs and Kisses!