If anyone is wondering why this is being written here of all places, it's because I have no public profiles anywhere else. This is a reply to someone else's blog, and really, this is what's going on in my life right now.
I'm having trouble determining whether or not you're completely full of shit and extremely manipulative or a terminal case of congenital fucking idiocy; I'm guessing it's probably a strong combination of both. I don't recall ever inviting you back into my life (the people you're associated with were never welcome at all), I never asked for your opinion or advice, and I sure as fucking hell never invited you or anyone else into my bedroom (three is most definitely company, bitch!), so what I do with my time and who I associate with is in absolutely no conceivable fucking way any of your god damn business what-so-ever. Are you sure you're not mistaking what you perceive as fear for my complete and utter inability to give a flying fuck at all? You've done so very much to murder any sympathy or compassion I may have had for your cause or plight. You know, maybe once I've taken care of my own problems, maybe I'll have time to help someone else. Unfortunately, having to put up with a meddlesome, deceitful, manipulative fucking little cunt like you is really slowing me down. I have my priorities and you aren't one of them. If the fires of nuclear war should purge humanity from the face of the earth, an asteroid should fall from the sky, we all drown as a result of some bulllshit like global warming, fall victim to an intergalactic plague or a Corillian death ray, and if I haven't finished the things that I believe I have to do, I'm perfectly fine with that! I DON'T FUCKING CARE!! I have no interest in having children at this time, so why would I want to play baby sitter to anyone else? Particularly, a full grown adult like you? You eat three meals a day, you have access to a library, enough time to dedicate to your stupid sense of fashion, and you obviously have enough free time to be a thorn in my fucking side, and I'm not fucking you, nor am I interested in fucking you, and you can't buy me, SO YOU CAN FUCK OFF! I have no idea how you ever convinced yourself that I would allow you to gain any degree of control over my life or influence over my internal dialogue, especially taking into consideration your glaring lack of understanding of the very subjects you're trying to involve me in. I'm not interested in lowering myself down to your level, and as far as I'm concerned your ignorance is not only an absolute waste of my fucking time, but also a source of danger. I'm not going to broaden your intellectual horizons or explain a god damn thing to you, ask someone else! I'm not interested in playing shepard or martyr to anyone either, and least of all your bank account. Shut the fuck up, and go die somewhere far away from me, a phone or internet connection! Destroy as many of my relationships as you want, I'm never going to settle or change my mind. That's all the explanation you're getting! Please die, and take everyone stupid enough to buy into your bullshit with you!
Part two starts at 1:02, and I could fucking careless about the first part.
A bum walk into my work the other night. He calmly walks into the dental care section and proceeds to chug three quarters of a bottle of Listerine... it was non-alcoholic! I haven't laughed so fucking hard in ages, I was practically dying I was laughing so hard.
