I'm a curmudgeonly sort of person, i have a general sense of despair about life and everyone whose taking part in it. however to amuse and distract myself from the bleakness and bullshit of everyday life I only had two options.
Option 1:
Jump off a fucking bridge and end it all....Well that's a no-goer as i have responsibility and bills and an overdue library book.
Option 2:
Make sarcastic and derisory comments about life and the morons taking part in it, in order to "handle" my melancholic outlook and gain some sort of schadenfreude-esque mirth.... Sounded doable...and to prove it i'm going to write the blighters down.
Notes For Readers (should i ever get any)
1. I'm more or less uneducated by traditional backwards school standards, so if you're a grammar Nazi and take personal offence by any spells that is wrong or woteva... this will not be you're bag. (that ones on purpose).
2. I do not mean anything i have written, even the opening gambit to this literary wasp-dick has been pure bullshit so far.
3. Don't talk about fight club.
4. I'll be using the phrase "i'm calling bullshit on...." a lot. I'm hoping to get some T's done with it on once its picked up, you'll all be using it, and everyone knows that the guys who get the sweetest puss are all in the 'merch.
5. None of the facts I use are researched or true, including this one.
6. Rules are for squares.
There you go, that's what it is, now i had better write some shit down... or not, whatever.
:-) (irony)
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