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I’m weird.
Yes. I’m weird. Not unique. That requires a certain sense of self awareness which I clearly do not possess. See, I recently got accused of being weird in a round about sort of way. While at first I took offense to it, upon closer examination I found it a compliment. So, it’s true. I’m weird. I care about politics. And I’m not just talking voting Democrat because it’s the trendy thing to do. I’m talking about Politics. I enjoy having a fair understanding of the English language… and I’m not talking about being able to add various numbers into words to save my lazy ass from actually having to type. I like to talk about socially relevant issues and not just what Britney did last weekend.
Now, this next statement goes out to everyone that’s not me: Please remove your head from your ass. Gather ’round, children, it’s story time. So, I’ve been dating this girl that I really like. Unfortunately, her chosen circle of friends consists of (mostly) the most braindead, pedantic, self-absorbed children I’ve ever met. And by children I mean adults that I would like to beat the shit out of. Today I actually had one of her friends tell me that she wasn’t comfortable talking to me because I was dating her. Really? You stupid, insecure, cum guzzling concubine! Please go swallow a knife.
The bottom line is this: if you’re so wrapped up in your own little world that you don’t recognize someone trying to make friends, you should probably sue your parents for not visiting an abortion clinic.
