Laundry Day
I know I don't post anything relevent on my life here, so heres a quick glimpse. a couple buildings over is the coin laundry, and mostly due to pride, I use that instead of my familys washer and dryer. But its filled with housewives during the daylight hours who stare at me like I'm some deformed freak male, cause I do laundry. But, you know. Cool. Whatever.
Now, for reference, I don't give two shits about Princess Di. She was slightly before my time of giving a shit about those kinda things, and when she died I never had even heard of her. Sorry. I mean, I'm sure she was a good person and all, but I'm not losing sleep over it, alright?
Now, these fucking women were discussing that, somehow, it was her husbands fault that she died. This seems... fucking magical to me. Especially that he wasn't anywhere near, you know, the car. Or that he wasn't married to her at the time. But you know, what the fuck do the facts matter?
The reason she fucking died, is cause her driver was fucked up, and they were running from the paparazzi. One wasn't really controllable, from a public standpoint. The other was. She died, in part, cause the public will pay enough money that people will stand around and take pictures of people dying in car crash. You wanna know who's at fault for her death, dumb bitch at the laundry? Its you, you ignorant fuck. You can't help but buy every supermarket tabloid and hope somehow it'll make your miserable life better, cause you certainly couldn't do it yourself. You need to get entertainment from other peoples lives, cause you can't make your own life livable. So you pay these... people to entertain you in the most gross examples of human conduct ever. I can barely call the paparazzi humans without fucking vomiting. They are the most inhuman fucks to ever walk the planet. And you pay them. You fucking ignorant shithole cunt.
Now sit down and shut the fuck up.
Now, for reference, I don't give two shits about Princess Di. She was slightly before my time of giving a shit about those kinda things, and when she died I never had even heard of her. Sorry. I mean, I'm sure she was a good person and all, but I'm not losing sleep over it, alright?
Now, these fucking women were discussing that, somehow, it was her husbands fault that she died. This seems... fucking magical to me. Especially that he wasn't anywhere near, you know, the car. Or that he wasn't married to her at the time. But you know, what the fuck do the facts matter?
The reason she fucking died, is cause her driver was fucked up, and they were running from the paparazzi. One wasn't really controllable, from a public standpoint. The other was. She died, in part, cause the public will pay enough money that people will stand around and take pictures of people dying in car crash. You wanna know who's at fault for her death, dumb bitch at the laundry? Its you, you ignorant fuck. You can't help but buy every supermarket tabloid and hope somehow it'll make your miserable life better, cause you certainly couldn't do it yourself. You need to get entertainment from other peoples lives, cause you can't make your own life livable. So you pay these... people to entertain you in the most gross examples of human conduct ever. I can barely call the paparazzi humans without fucking vomiting. They are the most inhuman fucks to ever walk the planet. And you pay them. You fucking ignorant shithole cunt.
Now sit down and shut the fuck up.