Couldn't have said it better myself

People are particularly stupid today. I can't talk to any more of them.
– Gilmore Girls

Drunk Bitches

I go to one of the former top ten party schools in the nation(this year we lost are ranking but ask anyone on campus and they will say: we are and remain the shit-period.) I will also be the first to admit that I like to drink and party, at least I did until some recent events have had me questioning my logic on everything. Alcohol for all its amazing wonder changes people. It doesn’t have to be a bad change but it is a change that appears only after several shot of Rubenoff have left you with the ability to Superman that hoe like no other. There are several kind of drunks each with there equally obnoxious qualities but there is one type more than an other that drive me up the fucking wall faster than a cock roach when the lights come on-emotional drunk. I have a thing with people who decided to sit in a room and start crying because some ‘drunk bitch,’ which there are always several of at any given party is passed in the boy’s bed that you are currently, well maybe not currently because said ‘drunk bitch’ is in your spot fucking. This is where I don’t understand how can you be mad if ‘Mr. Big’ is not your man, and by man I mean not the one who only calls after 11 pm and leaves before 8 am because last time I checked that did not constitute a relationship or maybe it does. The Fuck buddy kind . I don’t understand how you can get emotional over one of the things that are supposed to be emotionless - causal sex. The animal in us that wants to fuck and roam on . WTF I hate drunk bitches

Remember What?????

Today is the sixth anniversary of September 11, and I can't say much has changed for me since them. This may sound cold and detached but these are my feeling and thoughts: while i was reading the newspaper today, they has the faces of the people within my local area who had died during 9/11. There faces mean no more to me than the ones i scan across in the obituaries everyday. Are they supposed to? Are these names and faces remember only for the death supposed to mean something?

Couldn't have said it better myself

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.”
----- Chuck Palahniuk

Excuse the sappyness,,,

My heart is hurting so much right now. All i want to do i lie in my bed and cry. UGH.................................. I hate this feeling !!! What happened to my icy bitch exterior. I am getting soft, i need to return to the bitch that i once was. I think its the selfish brat in me, wanting what i can't have because i know if i could then i wouldn't be her pissing and moaning like some overweight balding forty year old women on the set of Jerry Springer episode of My mother and my sister slept with my pimp. i don't know what love is but i suppose if you have to think about whether or not you love somebody the answer is no. Right? So if its not love then what is this foreign emotion that makes me want to scream and cry at the same time. is this college ? What the FUCK this is not what i signed up for. Btw, I have class at 9 :30am tomorrow. Wow my day keeps getting better and better!