This is my territory myspace bishes!
I would imagine that many of you out there can relate to how social networks like face book and myspace have ruined potential relationships, shed light on overly flirtatious boyfriends or girlfriends, or separated the loonies from the not so loony.
There have been a few times my girlfriends will meet some guy out and psychotically remember their first and last name in order to do the sufficient searches the following morning. We discover that these guys are married, or have photos of them and their girlfriends, or better yet, photos with them and their children.
Regardless the real reason for my blog is to call out all you insecure, crazy, psycho, territorial loony bins that feel the need to “piss” on every guy’s page in order to stake your claim.
Girls are freaking crazy. Hands down, no argument. I am crazy too but my crazy usually doesn’t extend further than my thoughts.
Seriously, its like a cyber pissing contest among girls and guys that they aren’t even in relationships with. I find that time and time again a million girls will have a crush on the same guy, battling to be in top position, battling to have the most cutesy adorable comments left on said guys page. They cannot wait to announce to the myspace world that they got to have a glorious night with their man crush while pissing off 25 other psycho fems at the same time.
I realize venting my frustration on this matter is just as insane as the reason behind girls having to feel the need to mark their territory in such adolescent ways. But you need to know.Your guys don’t dig it. So be cool. No one needs to know that YOU got to hang out with mancrush.
Someone should tell you, your baby is ugly
I know it’s quite a difficult time when all your girlfriends and relatives are popping out babies left and right. I am sure it makes it even more difficult when those babies are pretty freaking ugly.
I understand that fresh baby straight from the vage might be a difficult time to really access the potential good looks of the baby in question, but what amount of time do we allow?
What is a good time frame to determine if your baby is just pre-maturely ugly, or if the ugly will be a permanent fixture on the babies face.
It reminds me of that Seinfeld episode where Elaine tries to hide that she thinks her friends baby is horrendous looking. I think there should be a website, or perhaps there is. And you can submit a picture of the “cutest baby in the world” since every mother seems to think her deformed child is the cutest and then an anonymous team of baby judges can just thumbs up or down your child. This would clearly mitigate any pressures your surrounding friends might feel in telling you the truth. Now that you know your child is in fact ugly, perhaps you’d stop filling your myspace/facebook albums with its pink blotchy deformed face. No amount of fuzzy socks, cute little frog hats, or baby mittens will cover that ugly. Oh and that baby of yours with its eyeballs shifting slightly to the left, sorry its not “cute” its retarded.
So please friends, stop tagging your albums with “cutest baby in the world” unless you have in fact put your child’s photo through rigorous stages of judgement all over the world.
Thank You
Your O face
I have never been big on politics. I rarely ever have an opinion because I feel like when you choose to be ignorant about a topic, you probably do not have much in the sense of something intellectual to contribute.
I finally have to write this, for me. Because I have so much pent up frustration and disappointment and pity that I have to let it out someway.
GET THE FUCK OVER IT.
Do you know how many people were disappointed when Bush was elected and then after that Re-ELECTED. I feel like I lived in a bubble because I do not recall hearing any whining or complaining or bitching and moaning when he was in office. Not until all that Iraq search for weapons bullshit happened and every rich white fucks kid was in the army a million miles away from home.
The past month or so I have been witnessed to the most close minded, ignorant, racist comments I have ever heard in my life. I am the first to make a racist joke but everyone’s true colors shine brightly and apparently the only color they shine is white.
I also noticed that during election night, the differences between McCain’s speech and Obama’s was that whenever McCain uttered anything to do with the democrats or Obama, the crowed simultaneously booed. Good job on showing us how intellectual and mature you guys are republicans. But when Obama would discuss working with Mccain and republicans to get to their goals, people cheered. Sure, perhaps they were in a cheery mood since the candidate they nominated won.
Now I hear about instances in schools where there are fights broken out between blacks and whites.
GET THE FUCK OVER IT. He’s going to be president for the next four years. You sincerely thing that some uneducated white fuck who fucked up the nations deficit is still going to do a better job than a “black” guy.
Real smart.
I work with an office full of McCain supporters. People can believe what they want, vote for whom they want, be whatever religion they choose to be. But when you start bashing someone and are choosing to bash them based on their appearance rather than their ethics, or their policies, then I feel really sorry for you.
It makes me feel so horrible to live in such an ignorant state. The capitol of the national center of the KKK even.
You are allowed your opinions, but please - choose to be mature and intellectual in your arguments versus childish, racists and ignorant. But that is asking a lot of my dear fellow Texans isn’t it?
Do as you say
Anyone can churn out words effortlessly in order to impress those around them with half a brain. It takes a lot more than that for others.
I have always been a fan of the saying actions speak louder than words, despite the over-use of the phrase. I find that sometimes my words are mean, brutal, and perhaps too honest. But anyone that is my friend knows how truly I love them just by my actions alone.
I find I am running into a lot of bullshitters and I much rather not associate with any of them. If you are going to say one thing to me and behave entirely in the opposite, expect me to call you out on it and expect me not to put up with it. Respect me enough to not treat me as though I have just half a brain and shoot it to me straight. I’m a big girl, I don’t need sugarcoating.
People have told me that I am too intense or too honest. But how much time is wasted and how much mis-communication occurs because people are too pansy to say what they really mean or what they really want? I am frankly tired of beating around the bush and doing an embarassing passive-aggressive dance.
No one can accuse you of toying with their emotions if you just come right out and say what you want to say.
To all those out there - that are passive-aggressive or are bullshitters, just respect the people around you enough to
1) Do as you say
2) Just be direct and come right out with exactly what it is you really want
If you can’t do that. Then you probably shouldn’t try to get involved with another person until you get your shit straightened out.
Finding me again
Some people deserve an explanation, others don’t.
You are one of the ones that don’t.
I’m disappointed in myself but I will limit my dwelling to a few days. After that, it’s me brand new again.
Tired of getting lost and wrapped up in such superficial things, tired of allocating so much energy to something that means nothing in the whole scheme of my life.
I wanted to explain to you, connect, let you know how it was I was feeling. You didn’t care. This is where I step away.
reunited
I decided that my motivation behind wanting to attend my high school reunion is completely selfish (as most of the motivation for my other decisions are).
But mostly because I feel I am one of a few people that have not ballooned to mammoth size, still not married and still do not have kids running around.
To me this is a feat. To others they might pity me. But my comfort comes from knowing that I can up and move where ever I want, travel, not have to worry about my expenses to save for the kid we are trying to have.
It’s called freedom.
At 27 I never been happier single. I never felt more like me, I never felt more comfortable with who I am. Those lonely nights watching those cheesy couply movies make me tear up and then I go home to my dog and curse him, but after that moment has passed I am enthralled again with life.
It’s been 10 years since I graduated highschool, most people have left, most have babies, most married people they went to highschool with, which if you went to my highschool you would quickly write off any of them as potential mates.
I have lost weight, cut my hair and discovered acne cream. Now all I have to do is get the hell out of DFW.
I freakin’ love music
Been working on a playlist, will be bound to change but for now enjoy!
I’m the real Dane Cook yo.
I’m not going to pretend that I watched the movie, I just understand the synopsis. Had I actually seen the movie, I probably wouldnt admit to it still.
But in Good Luck Chuck, apparently Dane Cook sexes up ladies and then they get hitched shortly after.
I feel my own version of the movie unraveling except - I lack the Dane Cookesque appeal and of course I am not sexing up any men or any ladies.
Perhaps I just am running into men that are constantly throwing darts at an imaginary dartboard of relationships. Maybe we are coming into a new age where men seem more like the propellers of relationships and women less so.
At least in my flock of very available attractive single fems in their 20’s I find that though all of us want that ooey gooey mushy stuff, we can only stomach it for as long as a commercial break. We mainly just want the copulating, maybe some cuddle, but definitely the coital. Meet the Kittehs in the Citeh. We don’t like the fuss, we don’t like the emotional drain and we don’t like the games. Most of us flinch at the idea of a relationship and when a guy is interested in us, we find ourselves running away.
I was told that perhaps I am too intense and as a result all others pale in intrigue and lack that vigor that I find myself drawn to. I really just think that people are mainly just boring, not boring but we are all self absorbed.
A few times now I have met someone, went out a handful of times or perhaps just one time and then weeks later they are suddenly amidst a relationship.
I think to myself, whoa nelly that kid works at super speeds and other times I think, was this gentlemen charming me while he was charming someone else in the background? Regardless I obviously wasn’t drawn to them or they to me or I would have been the bulls eye.
This coincides with a cheesy article one of my friends stumbled upon, or maybe she was searching for cities to live in for singles. Either way - it feels everyone is looking for something. Maybe going out with me brings you that one step closer to finding your bulls eye.
I’m available during the week. My weekends are saved for the city.
Today only
I have a bucket of fresh tears here.
I want to be in love.
But more egotistically - I want to be loved and adored by many people that I will never see. Because…that is what happens to me.
Because we want what we can’t have.
We want to touch what is not there.
We want to reach for the out of reach.
We want to desire the undesired.
We end up going for the ones that are completely wrong for us and passing by the ones that will truly and endearingly forever love us unconditionally.
Because we are the wounded and we are the hurt and pain makes us comfortable.
Fact of life
Remember kids…..
The longer you decide to wait before getting married, the less time you will have to be committed to the same person.
Polygamy is in. Monogamy is out.
Think about it.
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