Can't you stop?

Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnd the end-of-weekend rage is kicking in.  Just went to the grocery store and I saw this dude I would describe as the "prototypical douche-bag" with the "prototypical hot girl who tends to be hanging on the arm of the prototypical douche-bag" in tow.  I'm not embarrassed to admit that it was a genuine struggle not to run up to the guy and deliver my best flying jump kick right to his lower back, as a book I once read put it, "just for luck."  I could care less if he would've gotten up and kicked my ass, it would've been worth it.  The only thing that kept my senses in check were the potential legal ramifications - I didn't particularly feel inclined to get thrown in jail for assault where-in I'd likely have to deal with even bigger, more proactive douche-bags...not to mention potentially losing my job and being incarcerated over 4th of July weekend.  That's what separates me from the douche-bags - I can control my animalistic instincts/urges...which is why I suck with the ladies.

On a semi-unrelated note, this weekend provided ample reminders that kids are irredeemably stupid and annoying - they have NO redeeming qualities much less ones that overshadow their annoying traits.  In short, they are THE WORST.  Do yourself and everyone else a favor guys - bag it.

Back to silent seething.

Urge to kill rising...rising...

Dear GOD I need my own house.  No more apartment living - no more shared hallways with neighbors going in and out in and out in and out at all hours, and all the other bullshirt associated with apartments, attached neighbors, shared walls/floors/ceilings, etc.  At the very least, I need a private entry and a duplex (or whatever it's called) type scenario with only one shared wall, one neighbor (or two - one on each side) rather than three or four.  Ooooohh yeah.  I need out. 

Just thought I'd mention that since one of my neighbors has been in and out of their place AT LEAST 10 times in the past hour, and with the strange suction in the hallways, whenever they open their door, my door - heck, probably all the doors in the hallway - rattle and make this "SSHHUNK!" sound.  So very, very annoying, especially when my mental state is not the best as it is due to the typical end-of-another-weekend-alone blues. 

Life = pure suck.

I know what you're thinking, and the answer is: shut up.

I'm embarrassed of everything I say and do.

Wait, you're saying you need more evidence?

For those who wonder about my...less than upbeat attitude toward life, let me cue you in a bit more as to the joy that is being me. 

I called home for fathers' day, and first I had to get through my sister (43, psychotic, and still living at home) who made some sort of snide remark to my mom or dad or whoever when she called down from her lair to let them know it was me calling.  Then my dad answers, and he responds sarcastically when I wish him happy fathers' day ("Oh, yeah right..."), and acts like I've inconvenienced him by calling, saying he was just about to go to bed (at 8 PM).  So the call lasted a grand total of 1 minute 41 seconds, and it wouldn't have been that long had I not bothered to try and make conversation by talking about what I did today.

Can you FEEL the love?!

Definitions of Reality

Free spirit = drug abusing slut.