Friday, May 22, 2009

Who Gives a Damn if its Mispleled

I've been wanting to do this for awhile. For the longest time I have been looking for a medium in which to vent my frustrations and express my feelings about certain subjects and items that creep into my skull throughout my wrist slashingly boring days. I started a Hate Diary a few weeks back, but I am waaaay too lazy to keep that tome up. I can not post all the things at this time, but I am sure that I will find adding to this useless train of thought on a more frequent basis.

Now for the important stuff. What do harp on first? It is a very hard desicion to come by. Oh I know. I hate people that say they don't hate. That is the most idiotic excuse I have ever heard. It is part of human nature to hate. They, and you know who you are, walk around in their dissolusional sphere of smugness and pass judgement on others who decide to express their true beliefs and feelings. And yes, I'm sure I spelled dissolusional wrong and I hate people that get their kicks telling others that they are mispelling words that no one in their right mind would be able to spell in the first place. Their the same people who drive electric cars and order the unsweetened tea. Hey, there's another one; electric cars. I can't think of anything worse for the economy than electric cars. Yeah sure, they me be good for your own pocketbook, but what about all the poor shmucks that will be out of a job if we all drove battery powered death pods. Oil refineries, fuel elivery companies, service and gas stations will close down and millions will be without work. They're already working in gas stations. What else are they going to do?

Have you ever noticed how those people that drive electic cars go out of their way to tell you that they are driving an electric car. It does not matter what the discussion is about they have to throw it in there that they are so much better than the rest of us and they always have that smug little grin on their face when they inform you of this. I have never wanted to brand another human with a hot clotheshanger, but these people are walking a very thin rope when they mention that to me.

Well, I am growing tired of my own hatred right now so I will bid you adieu and go for now.

P.S. I hate people that bid others adieu. They make me want to pull the wings off butterflies.