Tuesday, August 11, 2009

I got mine but I want more.

***awhile after posting this...yep...still riled***

I think the bitch in me is tearing its way out today. I feel like taking my boney finger and violently poking someone in the chest repeatedly...while getting centimeters away from their face while I let all the bitchiness flow out of my mouth. Why on the planet Earth do certain people think they can do whatever the bejesus they want? Why do certain people just assume they're entitled to get away with murder and be forgiven for everything? Wait. Wait. I take that back. They don't think they deserve to be forgiven because they never think they do anything WRONG. How could they? Something in their life has caused them to just be able to do whatever whenever, poor babies.

Today...I feel like taking all those people down.

By whatever means necessary.

This particular brand of people that are making me seeth...ugh. Miserable. If it hurts every time you hit yourself in the face with a hammer...STOP HITTING YOURSELF IN THE FACE WITH A HAMMER. You can't boo hoo over something one minute and then turn around and praise that very same thing. PICK A SIDE! There is officially a line in the sand. If you're going to kiss ass and grovel at the foot of something miserable, you have no right to be shocked when that very same something shits on you. And you CERTAINLY shouldn't expect people to have any respect for you or good feelings towards you when you're just totally backwards,

I know. I skulked at the foot of something awful for YEARS.

I'm just pumped full of hate-n-loathing. I'm sick of the nice, cool, decent people out there getting treated like jokes, like GARBAGE, while the horrible, heinous leeches out there coast through life. I've said it before...it doesn't pay to be nice! It doesn't pay to be helpful or kind or forgiving! It just makes you a welcome mat that reads WALK ALL THE FUCK OVER ME! I LIKE IT! Maybe I'll feel differently in a few days but I doubt it. When I HATE something/someone, I almost NEVER change my stanse. And I'm not going to play nice with someone.something I hate for the sake of anyone else. I'm going to be the only one in my coffin so I'm really the only one I need to make happy.

I am seriously on fire. I wish I could give more details but I can't. Like I said, there's a certain brand of person on my shit list. I, personally, will not be a doormat anymore for anyone. I will not be as forgiving as I once was. I will no longer turn my head or shrug things off. And I won't be handing out respect as willy-nilly as I once did. You think you don't have to earn it? You do. If anyone out there is as enraged as I am that sucky people do sucky things and lead sucky lives and just expect to be taken care of and praised by the normal, average, day-to-day, non-sucko people out there because for WHATEVER REASON they are just so AWESOME...

I want to buy you a beer. And a shot of bubblegum vodka. So call me. Text me. Send a carrier pigeon. Because I want to drink with YOU.

This rant has been brought to you by the letters Y, M and the number 8.

Freezing cold penguins say, "F-f-f-f-f-f-fuck OFF!"

2 comments:

erin said...

believe me. i know.
i'm about ready to start having beers with you!

Lola Mayhem said...

"If it hurts every time you hit yourself in the face with a hammer...STOP HITTING YOURSELF IN THE FACE WITH A HAMMER. You can't boo hoo over something one minute and then turn around and praise that very same thing. PICK A SIDE!"

Ok really though are you in my brain? You always say the right things at the right time!!