I was born with this massive magnet right front and center between the fun bags, core. It's doesn't attract metal or random children's CI while I'm walking by them or anything but it does attract hurt, pain, negativity and stupidity. Some call it compassion, I call it, OW! because when I absorb it, it hurts my core. The ol hippie parents evolved this DNA from that free love shit they did and now I have me this annoying compassion OW! magnet. I've spent the last, oh... 12 years trying to shun it out of my body. I'm all for crying when a commercial shows a legless baby kitty cat without an eye drowning on the telly as a random country song forms in the background. Occasionally my husband has to get up off the couch to wrestle the razor that I'm weilding from my jugular but that's where I draw the line. no biggie.
Facebook depresses me.
- Stop posting pictures of cripples, battered women and telling me to "like" if you want an end to it, "like" if you want Grandma to live another day. fuck you, sicko. Go subscribe to The Oatmeal and learn how to be miserable yet fun like normal people.
- Stop telling me to legalize and smoke a doobie, trust me, I quit that shit many many moons ago, I am never going back, it's crazy cottonmouth, eat gravy, town. You shouldn't be proud to be a zoned out pothead. Aint no body got time for that.
- It's kind of gross that we never talk then facebook says you poked me. Why? and stop it, just dont.
- Another favorite is the dramatic people woes of going to work. Fuck my life, FML, Thirsty Thursday Friday is finally coming! Ugh FML It's Tuesday and I gotta go to work. FML. OMG it's Monday, is Friday ever going to get here? FML.TGIF! It's Friday but FML I work in 2 days. Shut.. the FUCK... up! Shall I make an appointment for you to go to the welfare office then? Oh I forgot your pompous ass thinks only potheads collect welfare to afford pot yet you want to legalize it but hate that you have to work on a Wednesday for it? I'm confusing myself... do me a favor about your petty complaints, think twice at how you sound.
I have so many more pointless rants but I have a book staring at me so I ought to read it than dwell on stabbing stupid people in the back with my knifey words. dueces.
Facebook doesn't depress me, it angers me.
but.. I cant stare them down all wide eyed and shut them up because if I do then I hurt their feelings and my little core magnet thingy will hurts worse. My ball of sunshine bullshit helps none. I'm a fleshy vessel of issues but hey I try and keep that shit off of you, I save it for my poor friends who have to deal with me. So with all this I should be checking facebook less and less.
right?
wrong.
I worry about missing out on you, so I check.
fMl
wrong.
I worry about missing out on you, so I check.