My first post of my very own blog, which will be dedicated to my saying precisely what I think, since I can't do so anywhere else.
I hate people. Nearly EVERYONE. Unless I specifically tell you that you that you're my friend, you're opinion means absolutely diddly to me. I don't care whether anyone likes anything about me or not, and frankly I don't like the vast majority of things about other people; so it's fair.
It often surprises me that people are concerned about the possibility of hurting my feelings with some commentary on my appearance, as if I give a damn what their opinion is, for good or bad. I wouldn't dress the way I do if anyone's opinion mattered to me.
People are like ants; scurrying around, attending to their various responsibilities and instinctive urges, and I stand at the back and watch, perplexed as to how their meaningless tasks can hold such importance to them.
Whoopee, so this one is pregnant *again*. That looks painful and stupid. Or the guy with yet another CD from his favorite band. Yay, you spent $20. Big deal. And they all herd into the stores and buy nearly identical carts full of junk food, and drive it all back to their white or pastel colored houses in their varicolored automobiles, where they will consume it and get fatter and lower their life expectancies. Then they'll watch whatever reality t.v. show is most popular this week, so they'll have something to talk to their co-workers about besides each other.
