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Dude, people. Argh. Everyday it's something else. I think I need to become a comedian so that I can make fun of people everyday AND get paid for it. No, I'm not that funny, but I might as well take advantage of my sociopathic streak.
So my mom tells me today that the folk group that my dad is trying to get to come to Louisville might not come because half of the people here are trying to use the whole thing for their own selfish fucking purposes... Gee, what a fucking surprise. Let's see, these are mostly people who are absolutely only concerned with their own appearance and gossip and all kinds of bullshit that make me so mad I don't want to even write about it. Fuck religion, fuck politics, fuck culture and all the other stupid bullshit that give us excuses to be nimrods to ourselves and to others. Do my parents ever wonder why I hate having to deal with all the politics of the local latino livery? It's because they are all fake as shit.
I think now my mom understands why I am so harsh on people. Right now, they are both looking for help from people they call friends. They are beginning to understand they can't rely on all these people as friends. My mom is starting to realize that it is really hard to find real friends. Doesn't anyone understand why I am such a mean fucking bastard when it comes to being my friend? If I can't trust you or rely on you, why would I want you around?
"Patrick, you're too harsh, why are you so mean???"
Because I don't want chlamydia mom. That's why.
Sigh. Some people.
So my mom tells me today that the folk group that my dad is trying to get to come to Louisville might not come because half of the people here are trying to use the whole thing for their own selfish fucking purposes... Gee, what a fucking surprise. Let's see, these are mostly people who are absolutely only concerned with their own appearance and gossip and all kinds of bullshit that make me so mad I don't want to even write about it. Fuck religion, fuck politics, fuck culture and all the other stupid bullshit that give us excuses to be nimrods to ourselves and to others. Do my parents ever wonder why I hate having to deal with all the politics of the local latino livery? It's because they are all fake as shit.
I think now my mom understands why I am so harsh on people. Right now, they are both looking for help from people they call friends. They are beginning to understand they can't rely on all these people as friends. My mom is starting to realize that it is really hard to find real friends. Doesn't anyone understand why I am such a mean fucking bastard when it comes to being my friend? If I can't trust you or rely on you, why would I want you around?
"Patrick, you're too harsh, why are you so mean???"
Because I don't want chlamydia mom. That's why.
Sigh. Some people.