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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Saturday, June 2, 2012 || 9:16 PM
You know what really grinds my gears? -Peter GriffinI think my very last nerve has been irked as to why I feel the need to rant about this so hard. Also, one of my loyal readers *lmao* has so kindly pointed out that I haven't posted in a long time and my last post doesn't count because it was just pictures. So I guess you could say I'm killing two birds with one stone on this one. But I digress. I really freaking despise when people assume they know me. Like on some *scoff, rolls eyes* "typical woman" type shit. If I'm so boring and predictable (which I'm not because I've proved you wrong on every occasion I've spoken to you) then why in the name of Merlin's saggy left testicle are you even talking to me?? Oh, that's right, it's because I have a pretty face and a nice ass and you're a typical superficial asshole of a man. By now, I'm sure you all realize that I'm talking about a specific person. But I think this particular situation annoys me so much because I don't like people. Men on a whole bore me at this point because they're so predictable with their baby this and sweetie that and blah diddy blah blah blah. There are very few exceptions, the few guys who can keep me interested because they're smart and have a sense of humor and handsome and the whole nine. But nine times out of ten, if I'm not showing interest, you're not one of the few. So if I deign to give you the time of day, don't put on your condescending little voice and act like you know who I am. Instead, why don't you take off your shoes and kick rocks to the nearest cliff. And you know what? Once you get there, just keep going. I can't speak for everyone, but I know I won't miss you. Because THAT shit really grinds my gears. Just saying. Labels: babble and rant |