A Rant For Your Enjoyment

This past week has really tried my patience with people. And people wonder why I don't like dealing with people. People just piss me the fuck off.

When I was growing up, my opinion was always wrong. My fucking opinion. Since when are opinions wrong?Well guess fucking what, this is my fucking blog, so I'm gonna post my own fucking opinion, and if you don't like it, keep your comments to yourself, because I really don't give two shits about what you have to say about it.

So I completed the week of wearing the thongs. From last Tuesday to this past Tuesday, I had floss up my ass because I was the stupid person who made a bet with someone who rarely to never loses. So I did it. I kept up with my side of the stupid bet. Worst decision I've ever made, but I did it.

And because I'm apparently so fucking untrustworthy, he demanded pictures. Two per day. One frontal shot and one shot of the floss up my ass.

My own friends don't trust me. Now that fucking blows, right? Hell, I wouldn't even send Riko - my fucking boyfriend - those kinds of pictures when we were together, so what made him fucking think that I was going to send him pictures of me in a thong for a fucking juvenile BET?

So I humored him. I took pictures...up until my friends deleted them off my phone because they refused to let me degrade myself. And now he's still asking for the pictures. And if I tell him the truth of my friends deleting them, then he will make my life a fucking hellhole by making me wear them again while I'm home during spring break so he can "see for himself" that I'm wearing them.

I'm never wearing thongs again. They were the most uncomfortable pieces of shit that I've ever had to wear in my life. I felt like a whore. Let's just leave my regular underwear alone. There's nothing wrong with it, and whether I'm wearing a fucking thong or not, I will still somehow someday attract a mate.

Never again. Fuck. That. Shit.

Oh, another thing that pisses me off: Facebook.

Fucking Facebook.

People fail to realize that there are no rules on Facebook. You can post whatever the fuck you want. People post about robbing convenient stores, vandalizing cop cars, how they got in a car crash because they let their fucking dog drive, cheating on their significant others, how much they hate their baby mama/daddy, how much they hate their jobs, school, their lives, etc.

Yet when I post something about my favorite actor, it's suddenly wrong.

There's this little thing that people do when they see a post they don't like or agree it. They IGNORE IT AND MOVE ON WITH THEIR LIVES.

I'll admit that I religiously use Facebook to stalk the people I love back home, but I don't comment on much. So for my Facebook friends who read this shit, y'all have full permission to cuss me out if I start to do so.

OH WAIT there are also my one friend's constant boyfriend issues that piss me the fuck off too. Like, seriously? You showed me the text fights you have, they're pretty much identical to the ones Riko and I had before we broke up, so why can't you see he's not right for you godfucking dammit.

Well, today is Friday, which means that tomorrow is Saturday, which means I have time to sleep and attempt to get my sanity back. Until next time, in the famous words of Howard Beale:

"I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE".