Random Thought Of The Day #721

Day 721

What. The Fuck. I have no idea what the fuck happened yesterday. I don't want to know. I don't want to know what it was about and I don't really give a fuck. In fact, I so do not care what the details are that I will sit with my fingers in my ears and go "LALALALALALALALA ICANTHEARYOUR LALALALALA" over and fucking over if you try to start telling me. I don't care about whatever inter-personal squabbles that people have or what brought it into the little shitstorm it was. I've started to tune out most of the nonsense that you people prattle on about because most of the time, it bores the life out of me.

But here's what I do know:

It had nothing to do with me... for once. Mark this on your calendar. A shitstorm happened that had absolutely NOTHING to do with me. They're rare. I know that. Maybe I need to kick one up... you know... for fun. Cause why the fuck not. Well, that plus I know how to do it bigger and on a larger stage. If you're going to be a shitshow, be as big and loud and destructive of a shitshow as possible. Reach for the motherfucking stars.

People really need to stop letting the Facebook Effect rule their lives. Guess what... shit happens between people. That is inevitable. You can't change it. Shit will always happen between people at some point or another. Do you know what is not inevitable? Making it into a public spectacle. So cut it the fuck out. You got issues with someone? Either ignore them or deal with them or beat the holy fuck out of one another in a razor wire Japanese Death Match...  or just do what we did when we were 14 again and grumble quietly while talking shit behind their back. Cause you know what? All of those are preferable to whatever the fuck it is we're doing now. Keep your personal shit personal and unless it NEEDS to be a loud public thing, don't make it one. The internet is a place to find porn, bitch about movies, steal art of all types, and pretend to be not as fat as you are in order to get a date. Just becuase the normal stick in your ass was somehow replaced by a 2x4 does not make it the place to throw a scream and rant and throw a tantrum and generally air every bit of dirty laundry ... errrr... wait... fuck. That's pretty much exactly what I do... but at least I'm funny when I do it. You people are just fucking depressing with your "oh, this person did this thing" and your "Well that person did that thing" and their "my mom died and I lost my job and I'm going blind and now I'm sad" type of self-imporant bullshit.Blah Blah Blah. Nobody cares about your fucking problems, buddy.

At least my self-important bullshit IS important becuase I'm better and more imporant than you. So pay attention to me. Now. I command it.

Finally... I blame myself. I know I just got done saying that it had nothing to do with me, and while that's true, it is also not true. Do you know why?

*No, Daddy, we don't know why, tell us!* 

Well I'll tell you the fuck why. Because Daddy hasn't been reminding you motherfuckers who's in charge around here. Because Daddy hasn't been reminding you motherfuckers how you're supposed to behave. AND BECAUSE DADDY HASN'T BEEN REMINDING  YOU MOTHERFUCKERS THAT I'M WATCHING AND YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF.

So fucking behave children. Daddy is becoming very very not happy.

And Daddy. Is. Watching.




oh... and while I've got your attention. Remember that we're doing the Avengers-Athon Saturday starting between 10 and 11 am. Depending on what time people start showing up in a large enough volume (or when I get antsy and want to start watching movies)

That was an awesome segue, right? I totally pulled those 2 topics into 1 coherent post, right?

And since I've sufficiently screamed this morning... here's something to brighten up your day. Or creep you the fuck out. or both, maybe. Myself? I'm a little creeped out. But whatever.

 

Words to live by. Bitches Love Tacos. Truly inspirational.