It's been quite a fucking while since the last run through of nonsense. It's been so long that I feel the need to run my mouth off... It's just, I didn't come to this loaded with any ammo. I've been hanging out on tumblr lately and I'm just fucking bored sick of it. I dunno how many more pictures I can just re-blog and feel satisfied with life. I just have not the slightest clue how people do that for fucking hours. Meanwhile, thousands of doctors are just baffled by the rise of Diabetes in a America...
Anyways, so life has just been a peach. The best anyone could ever ask for. I love Summer!! I live my life to the fullest when it comes to the Summer... I actually there is so much fucks I don't giveth when it comes to Summer. It's just another fucking season. Yeah, sure, it's nice to go out and do a few things, but I mean, I spend so much money when I go out and I am a cheap bastard. It's really tough this time of the year when I yearn for excitement, but then shy away when I realize I have to spend money. That realization of adult hood and "Not Everything Is Free" methodology fumbles around in my head and gets mixed up with "Fuck it."
I had this weird realization the other night. I'm really upset that I haven't read any, "This summer, I found out who my real friends were..." Facebook statuses. Like, I am really, really, incredibly genuinely upset by this notion. Either, people are starting to grow up and get their shit together or maybe they all moved away, because "they hate this town and the people in it." Which reminds me, I haven't seen many of those statuses either... What the fuck is wrong with you people? I need your useless fucking lives to be incredibly miserable so I can read up about how incredibly miserable your life is on Facebook on my days off from work. Now, I have to go out and fucking socialize and spend money. Why is my life so damn average?
I just don't get why people have to bitch about the place they live and that they want to leave. If you hate your hometown so much and the people in it that make your life so fucking miserable, then that should give all the incentives to be determined as fuck to get the hell out of dodge. Do something about it. Be somebody.
And to the fucking mother who grilled me the other day at work for checking out her daughter: don't let her out of the house wearing yoga pants. Don't allow her to look so sexy in those. Late at night while she's sleeping, walk into her room with a hammer and beat her face and then make her wear those clothes you used to wear in the 70's. That'll sure as shit end any sexy drive a man may have. Trust me. I shit you not, it'll work. Till then, your daughter is a babe...
