My OperaOf all the things people make too big, why couldn't a fly swatter be one of them?
Thursday, April 19, 2007 12:25:27 AM
Hmmm... This shall be the average rantings of a somewhat average person with average problems.
Whatever.
But you know what bugs me? People. People bug the snot outta me. They can't just say what they mean. But then you got the people who do, and everyone thinks they're an asshole. It doesn't make any sense! You can be one way, or you can be the other, but either way, YOU SUCK. You know those shoes look like a blind carpenter made them from maggot vomit, but HEY, she loves them! Should you tell her how much they suck and risk being persecuted as a horrible person, or should you pretend like they don't make you want to shield the eyes of children for the mild prolonging of their lack of humiliation?
And that's just one thing that bugs me about them! What about when it comes to bloody relationships! You never know whether the other person feels for you that way or not unless they say something, but hey, who wants to do something so lame as making a frustrating system just a tiny bit easier for everyone?! Yargh. And if they do pipe up and thrust their balls out proudly to tell you how they feel, what happens if you don't feel the same way? It could ruin EVERYTHING, and there's nothing you can bloody do about it.
Oh, and how about people who are actually stereotypical? I'm not talking the people who call others by their stereotype categories, I'm talking about the skinny, blond, rich, and air-brained Barbie doll wannabes. The lanky, tight jeaned, black haired, and self consumed Poe worshipers. The tough looking, chain wearing, spikey haired, head banging throngs of people wearing more make-up than bobo the clown. I'm talking about those people who when you hear them, you have to stop for a second and make sure you aren't watching a television show. Like when you hear a teacher lecture about not saying anything negative to your classmates, and that blond girl with the gouchi bag and the shoes that cover no reasonable part of her foot in the middle of winter puts her head back and groansbefore proceeding to complain that this was an impossible task!
Oh my... I've written too much... I'm gonna go now and pretend I didn't just write a novel about nonsense I'll delete in a few hours.
Whatever.
But you know what bugs me? People. People bug the snot outta me. They can't just say what they mean. But then you got the people who do, and everyone thinks they're an asshole. It doesn't make any sense! You can be one way, or you can be the other, but either way, YOU SUCK. You know those shoes look like a blind carpenter made them from maggot vomit, but HEY, she loves them! Should you tell her how much they suck and risk being persecuted as a horrible person, or should you pretend like they don't make you want to shield the eyes of children for the mild prolonging of their lack of humiliation?
And that's just one thing that bugs me about them! What about when it comes to bloody relationships! You never know whether the other person feels for you that way or not unless they say something, but hey, who wants to do something so lame as making a frustrating system just a tiny bit easier for everyone?! Yargh. And if they do pipe up and thrust their balls out proudly to tell you how they feel, what happens if you don't feel the same way? It could ruin EVERYTHING, and there's nothing you can bloody do about it.
Oh, and how about people who are actually stereotypical? I'm not talking the people who call others by their stereotype categories, I'm talking about the skinny, blond, rich, and air-brained Barbie doll wannabes. The lanky, tight jeaned, black haired, and self consumed Poe worshipers. The tough looking, chain wearing, spikey haired, head banging throngs of people wearing more make-up than bobo the clown. I'm talking about those people who when you hear them, you have to stop for a second and make sure you aren't watching a television show. Like when you hear a teacher lecture about not saying anything negative to your classmates, and that blond girl with the gouchi bag and the shoes that cover no reasonable part of her foot in the middle of winter puts her head back and groansbefore proceeding to complain that this was an impossible task!
Oh my... I've written too much... I'm gonna go now and pretend I didn't just write a novel about nonsense I'll delete in a few hours.
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Deke # Thursday, April 19, 2007 11:27:09 PM