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I barely ever write in here any more unless I am pissed off about something, which is probably silly, but it feels nice to write it down and then go back and look at it the next day, because then I'm not so mad about it any more. I'll organize this into a list.
1. You silly bitches on Myspace who think it's acceptable to post eleven bulletins in a row about "sluts" and "hypocrites," not to mention asking for picture comments. Complaining about Myspace, lame, I know rite? But really...I like to go on there and look at my friends' profiles and peek voyeuristically into their lives, basically minding my own business RIGHT? And I click on a bulletin with an innocuous title like "free pup-eez!" and here is some dumb bitch talking about how someone else is a slut because of some other bulletin the slut posted. Is this all you have to do? Is this how you resolve your conflicts? Are you still going to be acting like this spoiled little shit when you're forty years old? WILL YOU TELL THE WORLD ABOUT YOUR IMMINENT DIVORCE VIA MYSPACE BULLETIN?!
2. I am pissed OFF about that new motherfucking iTunes commercial with Paul McCartney in it. I like Paul McCartney, but I just lost about THIS MUCH respect for him for dancing around on an iPod commercial with a stupid little ukulele (or whatever emasculating stringed instrument it is). Like people aren't already going to buy 44 trillion of your records, Paul McCartney. Try to maintain some dignity.
3. Lastly, if I tell one more motherfucker that I'm moving to Boone, and their reply alludes to the notion that I MUST be moving there JUST because my boyfriend lives there, I'm going to split an atom in my brain and blow us up. Let me rephrase that. If one more motherfucker assumes I'm moving out of Greensboro JUST to be with Jay, I'll split an atom in my brain. Let me lay it out for you: the bottom line is, I really really didn't like living in Greensboro. I don't like the city, I don't like the school, I don't like the people (in general - there are several acceptable ones), I don't like the roads, I don't like the smell, I don't like the look, I don't like that the weekly shootings crept steadily closer to my place of residence, I just didn't like being there. SORRY. Yes, of course it didn't help that Jay wasn't with me, but get it through your thick skulls that that wasn't the ONLY reason. Sure, I liked Greensboro fine when I used to visit for a day or two, and then was able to leave and go home. I liked UNCG fine before I took classes there and tried to park there. It's one thing if you're bummed to see me go - which I'm sure ALL you Greensboro folks are - but it's another if you're a shithead about it and try to make me feel bad or stupid for leaving. Am I supposed to stick around in Greensboro just because you crapweeds decide that my reason for wanting to leave is stupid? Am I supposed to feel bad for removing myself from an unhappy situation and placing myself in a happier one? I don't think so. It may sound like I'm overcompensating for some hidden reservoir of guilt, but I am just surprised at how many of my friends turned into 'Self-Righteous Man to the Rescue' when they found out I was moving. And I don't think I'm exaggerating.
Anyway, I didn't mean for this entry to be such a compact nugget of rage. I'm really not even that angry. In reality, I feel better, especially about the Paul McCartney thing.
1. You silly bitches on Myspace who think it's acceptable to post eleven bulletins in a row about "sluts" and "hypocrites," not to mention asking for picture comments. Complaining about Myspace, lame, I know rite? But really...I like to go on there and look at my friends' profiles and peek voyeuristically into their lives, basically minding my own business RIGHT? And I click on a bulletin with an innocuous title like "free pup-eez!" and here is some dumb bitch talking about how someone else is a slut because of some other bulletin the slut posted. Is this all you have to do? Is this how you resolve your conflicts? Are you still going to be acting like this spoiled little shit when you're forty years old? WILL YOU TELL THE WORLD ABOUT YOUR IMMINENT DIVORCE VIA MYSPACE BULLETIN?!
2. I am pissed OFF about that new motherfucking iTunes commercial with Paul McCartney in it. I like Paul McCartney, but I just lost about THIS MUCH respect for him for dancing around on an iPod commercial with a stupid little ukulele (or whatever emasculating stringed instrument it is). Like people aren't already going to buy 44 trillion of your records, Paul McCartney. Try to maintain some dignity.
3. Lastly, if I tell one more motherfucker that I'm moving to Boone, and their reply alludes to the notion that I MUST be moving there JUST because my boyfriend lives there, I'm going to split an atom in my brain and blow us up. Let me rephrase that. If one more motherfucker assumes I'm moving out of Greensboro JUST to be with Jay, I'll split an atom in my brain. Let me lay it out for you: the bottom line is, I really really didn't like living in Greensboro. I don't like the city, I don't like the school, I don't like the people (in general - there are several acceptable ones), I don't like the roads, I don't like the smell, I don't like the look, I don't like that the weekly shootings crept steadily closer to my place of residence, I just didn't like being there. SORRY. Yes, of course it didn't help that Jay wasn't with me, but get it through your thick skulls that that wasn't the ONLY reason. Sure, I liked Greensboro fine when I used to visit for a day or two, and then was able to leave and go home. I liked UNCG fine before I took classes there and tried to park there. It's one thing if you're bummed to see me go - which I'm sure ALL you Greensboro folks are - but it's another if you're a shithead about it and try to make me feel bad or stupid for leaving. Am I supposed to stick around in Greensboro just because you crapweeds decide that my reason for wanting to leave is stupid? Am I supposed to feel bad for removing myself from an unhappy situation and placing myself in a happier one? I don't think so. It may sound like I'm overcompensating for some hidden reservoir of guilt, but I am just surprised at how many of my friends turned into 'Self-Righteous Man to the Rescue' when they found out I was moving. And I don't think I'm exaggerating.
Anyway, I didn't mean for this entry to be such a compact nugget of rage. I'm really not even that angry. In reality, I feel better, especially about the Paul McCartney thing.