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I don't know what's wrong with me today, but everyone is suffering. It's so bad that the guys have gotten up and left the house.



Not my fault I tell you!



I hate being a woman, I really do sometimes, it's terrible... Oh, guys, you might not want to read this...



actually I don't even want to write it, ah fuck it.. never mind....



Let's see, what else is there in this world to talk about? Hmm, let's try work. Most people, a good chunk of people, work a good percentage of their lives. Few of them are lucky enough to enjoy doing what they do day in and out.



I think it's silly to just work your ass off your whole life, to barely make ends meet and all that great stuff.... The American Dream, sometimes it seems like it's to be in debt. I don't know, the world is silly, and I don't understand how come people don't just look up and say, well this is dumb... but then again, they did... when they were my age...



Ack, I hate being stereotypical.



Hmmm something else, let's fish around for a moment... my brother moved down from Florida to live with me... well not down, but never mind...



He hates the cold, but he'll learn to deal better once he gets used to it again. New England is where he grew up, so he'll remember. I like New England personally. We get the most weather changes, temputures... we actually have a good summer and winter... neither too harsh nor too bland.



However, we have no such thing as spring and fall... they come every year, but they are only here for thursday and by Friday they're packing up. Most people never manage to catch that one sweet scent in the air to let em know it's here.



Don't get me wrong, we have some great folige and such (nothing compared to when I was in VT) but when you're outside staring at it, it's not just a tad bit windy... with a cool breeze on a warm day... nope.. it's snowing already.. :-) Or 100 degrees... we've had that too...

Alright, until now I've been the lovely dovely perfectly copertive lil vamp I'm supposed to be. I've listened to my Prince and now my Master, and now my Boss...



I've done each contest and proof of valuar for each person.



But if this annoying little trend keeps up I'm going to be pissed soon. What trends?



1. PROFILE BOMBING

2. PROFILE BOMBING PARINOA

3. PEOPLE BITCHING BITCHING BITCHING

4. EVERYONE THAT SUDDENLY GAINED SOME POWER GOING GUNGHO ON MY ASS.

It's kind of funny actually because now people who get ones are freaking out. OH no, I've been bombed are heading up everywhere.



I think it's just stupid the way everyone is whining and such because one person gives them a one.... maybe that one person just did not like the profile..



sure they might be being an asshole, but does that mean they can't be?

I'm not saying all rap, but the song I'm listening to right now. No I'm not telling which is on the radio, because I don't want hate mail... which of course is one of the cool things about not being popular.. no one pays enough attention to be insulted.



The guy said right before he started that this went out to all the Teachers who said he wouldn't amount to anything. He said it was for the police that arrested him for trying to make money to feed his daughter.



I understand there are sincear cases of that, but somehow I doubt this was a case of that. I mean, even if it started out to buy food, you always get addicted to the flow of money..



that's not my rant though, nope nope...



My rant isn't even really a rant so much as a thought I had...



If I was his teacher I could understand why he'd think I'd be proud of him, or feel bad for saying he wouldn't get there, but the real way I would be feeling is pity.



I mean, sure if singing about killing everyone that hurt you is what it's about...



Ahh fuck it, I'm hoping to captilize on the same system I hate. I think that people who get paid lots of money to do things like sing, they should at least be able to sing...



Rap is different than signing though.. it's like a mix between poetry and song. but just like when you read hateful poem after hateful poem or gloomy after gloomy, it gets tiring. They lose the appeal that makes each one good. Special...



ahh well, doesn't much matter I guess.