Just Why?

this is the question that i ask myself on a daily basis: "just....why?"

so much shit is flopping around in the world, like so many drunken prom dates, and it begs me to ask just why is this the way that it is. where is Carl Sagan when you fucking need him?!

example:

just why do i get tagged in photos on FB when #1 i'm not actually in the picture and #2 i don't remotely know the person tagging me. i'm pretty good with faces and remembering names but some of these lack-luster twats tagging me in pictures are not even in my "i knew from way back" radar. i don't understand why you went thru a box of pictures and suddenly remembered me and thought it would be a super great idea to scan, save, post & tag me in a motherfucking picture when, in all completely viable reality, we were never friends to begin with.

yes, i was in a band. yes, you came to the shows. yes, we may have spoken to one another.

THAT DOESN'T MAKE US FRIENDS AND THAT DOESN'T MEAN TAG ME IN ONE OR MANY OF THOSE ARTIFACTS FROM THE DAYS WHEN YOU HAD A FIGURE AND WE SAW EACH OTHER 5 DAYS A WEEK.

it was school, it wasn't a friendly get together time when we were all cool because we migrated to the same concrete rooms with the overly shiny laminated wall info sheets.

the majority of people i went to school with were and probably still are just as fucking annoying as i remember them to be. graduation didn't change things between us. i still loathe you, severely.

get used to it, i'm misanthropic, just as much as when we had classes together.

don't think that growing up changes everyone and everything because it doesn't. if i hated to then, i still do and it will take several acts of god or some impossible accident to wipe out my memories of how incredibly useless you were/are/will always be.

with that said and fully expressed i would like it to be known that there are a select few who can get away with this photographic black mail and live to tell about it:

Jenna - Cami - Erika - Sarah (at least 3 of them)

Justin - Eddie - Andrew - Daniel

Travis (2 come to mind) - Brittany - April

Sonny - Jeff (also a whopping 2) - Angela (also with 2)
Kristen - Molly - Ginny - Rachael - Horace - Caleb
Big Matt - Little Rachael - Etc.

there may be more but i care not to think so much at this moment.

enjoi.

Like A Cycle...As It Were

i know right!!

it's been awhile since my over active mouth has stained the keyboard and spewed a great deal of misanthropic goo into your waiting face, like a porn star begging for the money shot.

yes, i totally went there with the imagery. you know it's awesome, in a way.

so, after that last posting i see a non-surprising void in my FB friends list. if you've forgotten the post it looks like... This bitch decided that if we can't be friends in real life, which i would GLADLY never be again, then we shouldn't be friends on FB either.

color me giving a shit. oops! that color doens't exist, just like the idea of me giving a shit.

i honestly just wanted it to be known that "the pen is mightier than the sword" still holds true, even today.

in other news...

#1. i finished "The Club Dumas". excellent book. sadly it was violently fucked over by the hap-hazard movie version, aptly titled in a way (The Nine Gates Of the Kingdom Of Shadows) for a piece of literature held within the book itself, The Nineth Gate. if it wasn't for Johnny Depp acting as Lucas Corso the movie would've been grounds for the director to be shot on sight for half way ruining the reputation of the book i speak of. when you get the chance, go read it.

#2. people who can't or won't think outside the box, of their own power or deisre, are the reason why scientists around the globe gave the finger to the vatican and went on with "morning after pill" research. if you have more than 30,000 brain cells actively working inside your brain-case then you have no reason not to think outside the box and do something, ANYTHING, without someone spelling it out to you as if you're a mentally handicapped-quadriplegic-cancer ridden-dumpster baby that looked better as a stain on the futon you're so called guardians/parents attempted to conceive you on.

#3. becoming a professor of demonology is my next step to world domination. just thought i'd throw that out there. yes yes yes, random. i know.

well, i think that is a suitable update for now with the addition of this as well:

SEASON 4 OF TRUE BLOOD IS FUCKING WITH ME SO HARD AND I LOVE IT.

JESSICA HAMBY IS MY OTHER SECRET HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH COME TO LIFE.

RYAN DUNN & AMY WINEHOUSE SHOULD NOT BE CRIED OVER, THEY HAD IT COMING AND IT WAS THEIR OWN FAULTS, RESPECTIVCELY. DON'T LIKE IT?? GET OVER YOURSELF AND JOIN THEM.

TRUST AND BELIEVE THIS: I WILL SHED ZERO TEARS FOR YOU, JUST AS I DID IN THEIR SORRY ASS ENDS.

that is all, enjoy your whatever.