Oh, snap.

            Not geting tired Resty. Quite the opposite actually. Just practising a healthy bit of catharsis. But for the record, those Columbine kids had it coming.

            To those keeping track, I actually post at least two times a week on a couple of the sites I blog in. Depends on the mood, actually. Like I said on my latest blog post on multiply, the one where I had nothing but glowing words about the absolute soiree my life has once again become, I save my angry posts for Friendster. The reason I stated was that there are more people to rip on here than on my obscure multiply account. Also, I happen to think that this is a great avenue for me to express the fact that I do get pissed off too, to a superlative degree even. In fact, a number of my previous posts were rather hostile.

            Here I go again, blogging about my blogging. Stupid ass concept.

            There are a lot of things I’m not particularly fond of thinking about, but all of them have been long running, never before uttered out loud issues that I’ve decided to finally unload. Hell, I’ve stared the whole honest blogging thing last week, might as well roll with it.

            A lot of people don’t really know much about me, where I come from and all that basic information goodies that mostly are just common knowledge that for some reason I still manage to keep under wraps ‘cause frankly I’m not very comfortable with certain circumstances and the pretty picture I painted on top of all that just sufficed. I always worked under the assumption that people don’t give two shits about any of those details, so I never really bothered about talking them out. So, since this page will most likely only be read by those who do care or a least care enough to devote the spare minutes they have here on the sitcom, I don’t think I’ll have a problem.

            One thing I noticed is that no one really takes me seriously, at some level. Why? I think it has a lot to do with the way I present myself. Admittedly, I’m a fucking cartoon. I’ve been fit into the role of the two-dimensional joker for to long I never really tried to break out of that image. What burns my ass is how some people assume that my supposed carefree attitude equates to ineptitude. I have heard some pretty insulting things that I’ve let slide the past few weeks. It’s starting to get to me. Understand this, I am very much aware of what I’m capable of and if you keep pushing my buttons, you will be too.

Let me present you with a wholehearted “Fuck you!” and allow me to inform you that your head is so far up your ass that the only thing you see are your own guts spewing out the only thing you apparently know: shit. Stop fooling yourself. I’m better than you. I know it, and honestly, you know it. Be happy I’m happy right now.

Then, there’re those people that take comfort in silence. I’ve been betrayed quite a few times in my life, and considering there’s only a handful of people I totally trust, the betrayal rate is astounding. Equally surprising is how people can seem to grasp the concept that an apology is never enough. You sorry, I say fine, and what, that’s it? Would it be my bad for expecting at the very least a gesture of goodwill or an attempt of making things up? I guess an apology, in this world you people move in, erases certain deeds. That’s fucked up if you ask me. You’re fucking deluded.

I’m a self evolved prick, and there’s good reason for that. I was young once, basking under the glory of being part of the God loving community and all that. But shit happens, and I’m afraid at the tender age of who knows how young I couldn’t retain my inner light. I want my fucking light back you selfish, fat bastards!

Why I prefer to do and go through all my shit alone is beyond me. And I’m not looking to find out. I concentrate on the bottom line now, and the bottom line states that if you’re not fucking helping out in the betterment of this life, I’d very much rather just see you in the next.

Ciao, mother fuckers.

(I’m still cheery. I swear. It’s jus that The Badly Written Sitcom has officially become my rant blog. You want to check out the other side, check out the other blogs. Peace out.)