Xanga and blah
I now have a Xanga site next to Livejournal. I'll use that for specific entries but continue to use this one as my primary. The site is at: www.xanga.com/Sake_Doragon for anyone interested. It's just my more public spot compared to this one, which is more private. Feel special. I'll just put the entry I already wrote for Xanga here, so nobody has to go to each site if they don't wanna. Or something.
Over and over again I am caught thinking about how stupid I think those 'sophisticated' types are. I don't have a problem with how someone acts: but I DO have a problem with it somehow making them superior. Like take having three forks for food. Who the Hell thought "Aha! If we use THREE forks instead of ONE fork, that makes us smart!". Well, one fork works for ALL my food and I'm also not using as much water and energy to clean it so therefore I'm saving the environment while you fuck it up. Thanks for killing off the planet faster, dickheads. Let's not forget the food itself: that crap always makes me laugh. I could go to a cheap Chinese joint down the road, pay five dollars, and not have to eat the rest of the day. I use my wooden and splintered chopsticks to eat grease and slop and I enjoy every moment of it. Here come the sophisticated people. Who the fuck thought of fish eggs in small portions as high-class? "This popped out of a fish's ass in a gooey clump! Let's sell it for 50 bucks a hit!" AND YOU PEOPLE ARE BUYING IT. I don't care if it's healthy or rare to find in restaraunts: so is horse shit, but I am not gonna eat it. So then you pay a pretty penny to have your spewed forth fetus, get what I consider a side dish to an appetizer and then starve and go broke because you are oh so sophisticated.
I am guilty of liking sushi. It's considered a sophisticated meal. However, I refuse to eat it often. Why? Due to the fact that some guy just grabbed a fish, chopped it, didn't even cook the damn thing for me, gave me a sliver of its body and wants to charge me the full price of a precious meal for it? What the Hell, Mr. Robato? These foods are not expensive because they are naturally high class. They are expensive because some guy tried a new dish NOBODY wanted, had a few fools walk into his bar looking for a meal that none of the poor people were eating (since we know exclusive=sophistication), so he grabbed some shit nobody else wanted, told them it was blessed by angelic milkmaids with large breasts, and charged them a month's salary for it. Bull penis, that's good eatin' (If I knew munching on dick made you proper....)
And the thing that gets to me most is how people date, and must use money and energy to show love for someone. Open your own damn car door you lazy bitch. If you are so weak that you can't pull a handle then obviously that classy food you eat isn't that great for you. I wouldn't want someone opening my door, I find it insulting that they assume they are the masters in this relationship. Don't tell me I'm insensitive. I'm not throwing my jacket on mud so you can walk all over it when your boney ass can go around. You stepped in dog shit five minutes ago and didn't realize it anyway, so save me the tears about not wanting your shoes ruined. And don't bother trying to get me to go to a fancy french joint. If you wanna eat a slimey snail that leaves a trail of gooey piss as it sloshes around then go outside and get one for free. Pierre isn't getting my money for something so abundant at home.
Call me a conceeded Troglodyte if you must, but I still think you're a stupid goat-fucking stuck up tight-wad. So instead of wasting time with clothes that strangle your body of air and treating women as delicate little flowers, grab some chinese take-out, pop in that DVD from blockbuster (you know the one...) and do that nasty shit you do with your partner, you sick little monkey you.
Over and over again I am caught thinking about how stupid I think those 'sophisticated' types are. I don't have a problem with how someone acts: but I DO have a problem with it somehow making them superior. Like take having three forks for food. Who the Hell thought "Aha! If we use THREE forks instead of ONE fork, that makes us smart!". Well, one fork works for ALL my food and I'm also not using as much water and energy to clean it so therefore I'm saving the environment while you fuck it up. Thanks for killing off the planet faster, dickheads. Let's not forget the food itself: that crap always makes me laugh. I could go to a cheap Chinese joint down the road, pay five dollars, and not have to eat the rest of the day. I use my wooden and splintered chopsticks to eat grease and slop and I enjoy every moment of it. Here come the sophisticated people. Who the fuck thought of fish eggs in small portions as high-class? "This popped out of a fish's ass in a gooey clump! Let's sell it for 50 bucks a hit!" AND YOU PEOPLE ARE BUYING IT. I don't care if it's healthy or rare to find in restaraunts: so is horse shit, but I am not gonna eat it. So then you pay a pretty penny to have your spewed forth fetus, get what I consider a side dish to an appetizer and then starve and go broke because you are oh so sophisticated.
I am guilty of liking sushi. It's considered a sophisticated meal. However, I refuse to eat it often. Why? Due to the fact that some guy just grabbed a fish, chopped it, didn't even cook the damn thing for me, gave me a sliver of its body and wants to charge me the full price of a precious meal for it? What the Hell, Mr. Robato? These foods are not expensive because they are naturally high class. They are expensive because some guy tried a new dish NOBODY wanted, had a few fools walk into his bar looking for a meal that none of the poor people were eating (since we know exclusive=sophistication), so he grabbed some shit nobody else wanted, told them it was blessed by angelic milkmaids with large breasts, and charged them a month's salary for it. Bull penis, that's good eatin' (If I knew munching on dick made you proper....)
And the thing that gets to me most is how people date, and must use money and energy to show love for someone. Open your own damn car door you lazy bitch. If you are so weak that you can't pull a handle then obviously that classy food you eat isn't that great for you. I wouldn't want someone opening my door, I find it insulting that they assume they are the masters in this relationship. Don't tell me I'm insensitive. I'm not throwing my jacket on mud so you can walk all over it when your boney ass can go around. You stepped in dog shit five minutes ago and didn't realize it anyway, so save me the tears about not wanting your shoes ruined. And don't bother trying to get me to go to a fancy french joint. If you wanna eat a slimey snail that leaves a trail of gooey piss as it sloshes around then go outside and get one for free. Pierre isn't getting my money for something so abundant at home.
Call me a conceeded Troglodyte if you must, but I still think you're a stupid goat-fucking stuck up tight-wad. So instead of wasting time with clothes that strangle your body of air and treating women as delicate little flowers, grab some chinese take-out, pop in that DVD from blockbuster (you know the one...) and do that nasty shit you do with your partner, you sick little monkey you.