Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
So much in my head these days....
My head is all over the place lately, maybe i'm manic....but whatever it is, me and my head are all over the place lately. I am especially easily aggitated...everything is reeeaaaally getting on my last nerve.
For instance, what is up with all these lame girls on myspace with profile pictures up like they are some sort of next big super star? How much do these girls spend on this shit? To go out and dish out all this money with hopes that some one important is going to step up and sign them to some big modelling contract? Get real bitches, it doesn't happen like that. I actually LOSE respect for any girl who slithers around on the floor in nothing but panties just for some photographer to run off some cheesy and worthless shots for her to put up on myspace...don't get me wrong, i'm all for slithering around on the floor in nothing but panties, but i'm certainly not doing it to help some non-existant, impossible to capture career aspirations....no, I do it because i'm too drunk to keep walking, or because i've noticed a spot on my laminate flooring and i cannot find a towel anywhere in the immediate area.
So since my head is all over the place...what the fuck is up with everyone having lost their minds over some retired hockey-playing jackass who ass fucks Russians? why is it that the entire population of Edmonton is a big group of pathetic losers who have nothing better to live for than the jersey hanging of a player who left edmonton and NEVER came back?...even after retiring? Why is it that there is SO much going on in the world that needs to or could be done but people like the people of Edmonton keep wasting time and energy on morons like Mark Messier? He was a hockey player. He did not find a cure for AIDS, he did not foster 25 needy children, he did not wrestle down a horrible horrible man who had tried to run off with an old widow's last 20 dollar bill, he did not even wheel and deal a fire truck around town helping kittens out of trees ....he has done nothing. He is worth millions of dollars for doing nothing but refusing to grow up and play hockey. Lame. And what's lamer, is that the people of Edmonton condone this shit and support this garbage and waste 3 days that could be better used for something else so that we can rename a road that already has 3 other names, so that businesses are forced to let employees out for a while to watch his ugly mug on a stage, so that the majority of the population cannot afford to go see some hockey game,so that some jackass can walk around town feeling good about himself. Wow, way to go everyone, I am so glad we have our priorities straight. Nevermind that Edmonton had its 8th murder of the year after a 16 hour stand-off in a downtown apartment building...MESSIER IS IN TOWN AND IT'S MARK MESSIER DAY!!! (I choked a little bit here)
My final stop for you today is the one that I often sit and stop at for a while....the stop that is my ever-growing bitter affections for that thing called love. I'm so freaking tired of people mentioning something about my boyfriend and then appologizing profusely when i point out the lack there of...don't appologize jerk-off, i had never thought it to be so awful until you started appologizing like not having a boyfriend is the equivalent of having your puppy kicked over and over again. But after you hear it ALL the time, it starts rubbing off. Oh, and then there is the constant questions like "so, any men in you life?"...not since last week fucker, stop asking...or "so why are you still single?"....because I don't settle for ugly useless douchebags like you and everyone else has...but then, the questions keep coming, and the witty ansers get farer and fewer and i eventually have to actually think about the real answers....damn you and your questions that you should have just kept to yourself and now i have to deal with and feel horrible about. DAMN YOU!...my answer? I keep them to myself because as if you actually want the truth, the only reason you ask is because you are mindlessly filling in the time and don't otherwise realize how detrimental these kinds of questions are to my poor mental health, and if you ask me again, i am probably going to drop kick you.
For instance, what is up with all these lame girls on myspace with profile pictures up like they are some sort of next big super star? How much do these girls spend on this shit? To go out and dish out all this money with hopes that some one important is going to step up and sign them to some big modelling contract? Get real bitches, it doesn't happen like that. I actually LOSE respect for any girl who slithers around on the floor in nothing but panties just for some photographer to run off some cheesy and worthless shots for her to put up on myspace...don't get me wrong, i'm all for slithering around on the floor in nothing but panties, but i'm certainly not doing it to help some non-existant, impossible to capture career aspirations....no, I do it because i'm too drunk to keep walking, or because i've noticed a spot on my laminate flooring and i cannot find a towel anywhere in the immediate area.
So since my head is all over the place...what the fuck is up with everyone having lost their minds over some retired hockey-playing jackass who ass fucks Russians? why is it that the entire population of Edmonton is a big group of pathetic losers who have nothing better to live for than the jersey hanging of a player who left edmonton and NEVER came back?...even after retiring? Why is it that there is SO much going on in the world that needs to or could be done but people like the people of Edmonton keep wasting time and energy on morons like Mark Messier? He was a hockey player. He did not find a cure for AIDS, he did not foster 25 needy children, he did not wrestle down a horrible horrible man who had tried to run off with an old widow's last 20 dollar bill, he did not even wheel and deal a fire truck around town helping kittens out of trees ....he has done nothing. He is worth millions of dollars for doing nothing but refusing to grow up and play hockey. Lame. And what's lamer, is that the people of Edmonton condone this shit and support this garbage and waste 3 days that could be better used for something else so that we can rename a road that already has 3 other names, so that businesses are forced to let employees out for a while to watch his ugly mug on a stage, so that the majority of the population cannot afford to go see some hockey game,so that some jackass can walk around town feeling good about himself. Wow, way to go everyone, I am so glad we have our priorities straight. Nevermind that Edmonton had its 8th murder of the year after a 16 hour stand-off in a downtown apartment building...MESSIER IS IN TOWN AND IT'S MARK MESSIER DAY!!! (I choked a little bit here)
My final stop for you today is the one that I often sit and stop at for a while....the stop that is my ever-growing bitter affections for that thing called love. I'm so freaking tired of people mentioning something about my boyfriend and then appologizing profusely when i point out the lack there of...don't appologize jerk-off, i had never thought it to be so awful until you started appologizing like not having a boyfriend is the equivalent of having your puppy kicked over and over again. But after you hear it ALL the time, it starts rubbing off. Oh, and then there is the constant questions like "so, any men in you life?"...not since last week fucker, stop asking...or "so why are you still single?"....because I don't settle for ugly useless douchebags like you and everyone else has...but then, the questions keep coming, and the witty ansers get farer and fewer and i eventually have to actually think about the real answers....damn you and your questions that you should have just kept to yourself and now i have to deal with and feel horrible about. DAMN YOU!...my answer? I keep them to myself because as if you actually want the truth, the only reason you ask is because you are mindlessly filling in the time and don't otherwise realize how detrimental these kinds of questions are to my poor mental health, and if you ask me again, i am probably going to drop kick you.
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