I need to rant and yet now that I am here, I really don’t want to.
People change. People learn to realise that nothing can be solved by getting things out there and whilst expression is a good thing, my anger, disappointment, and frustration levels are being lulled by the soothing sounds that is System Of A Down – Steal This Album.
Maybe one day, I will change my mind and rant about this and how I dealt with it… but if there is a current theme to my day ringing through, it’s that I can’t be fucked!
Everyone, it was me. I did it, I’m glad I did it, and I’ll gladly do it again. In fact I’m doing it right now. I’ve made a dance to do while I’m doing it. See me shake my tooshie ohhh yeeaaaaah. Now I’m putting facebook photos of me doing it entitled ‘take this mark’ and starting a group for others to do it to you too. HA!
“People learn to realise that nothing can be solved by getting things out there”.
It depends what you mean by “out there”. If you mean “in a place where the person with whom you need to solve things will never see it” then it’s not really out there at all, in which case of course a solution is not imminent.
Nothing can be solved by keeping things in there either.
Speaking of being fucked, my male neighbours across the way came home this evening cursing a blue streak at each other about something. I had the pleasure of going outside to ask those f*ers if they could f*ing keep their f*ing language toned down a bit f*ing more when in hearing range of their women-and-children neighbours, because it’s totally getting f*ing annoying i.e. to put a f*en sock in it. If I’d had the presence of mind, I might’ve also asked them not to use the term “cunt bitch” so loudly when commenting aloud on the progress of their teams in televised sporting engagements.
Wordpress reckons my comment is a bit spammy. That must be a euphemism.