04 May 2010

Someone woke up on the nasty bitch side of the bed.


Oh yea… I want the rest of the world to go away… but me. I need bombs, lots and lots of bombs. Rargh getting so tired of people….

*Needy people… you know the ones that NEED to have someone else. They go on and talk about how long it’s been since their last relationship, kiss, lay, date… whatever. Come on people find happiness within yourself instead of depending on others for it. Because 9 times outta 10 these same people bitch about their relationships when they do have one!

*People that complain about their lives because of their kids. Way to make it seem like you are a bitter parent! High five! If you didn’t want to deal with having a kid… you shouldn’t have had one. I don’t want them and I ensured that I would not end up with one… Hooray for me. That doesn’t mean I need to hear about YOUR ‘terrible, tiresome, bleak’ life of parenthood. Not my fault buddy so I don’t wanna hear about it. Your bad not mine. I hope your kids never have to hear about how much you bitched about their existence.

*People that try to get possessive or bossy. I do what I want when I want because I can and I will. If me picking my nose while in line at Baskin Robbins is enough for you to “not be my friend” then fuck you. So what? If you want to hang out with me and then have to dictate my behavior, I am not going to want to hang out with you anymore. I don’t tell you what to do or not do. You are my friend because I like you just the way you are. So what if the way you comb your hair irks me, I am gonna keep it to myself. Because it is fucking petty to tell you to comb your hair because I can’t be seen in public with you. Or stop eating Hot Cheetos cause it makes your breath smell and fingers red. Those are the little things that bug me… not enough to bring up and ruin a friendship over.

*And one last thing…. I am sick and tired of people assuming things based on the association of others. It’s lame and shows others that you have nothing better to do than sit around and make shit up in your head. Stop it! Get a hobby or go for a walk… stop trying to imagine what a horrible human I am being. Stop imagining how many babies are skinned and buried in my back yard. Just because I tell dead baby jokes does not mean I have dead babies. So relax, stop assuming shit based off your whacky little ideas.

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