The Truth Hurts

and amatuer hour(s) commences in 3…2…1…

antikris:

Ah today, ye ol St Patrick’s Day.  The day where alcoholics rejoice because for one day a year it is completely acceptable for them to be wasted during the daytime.  We all know what a lush I am, but this day is so annoying to me and I dont give a fuck who I am pissing off right now.

Waking up to puke piles covering the streets, drunken douchey white people congregating outside of Tonic with green, popped collared izod shirts, and keeping me awake till 5am is right fucking awful.  It’s a Tuesday people…get a fucking grip.  You dont need to get dressed up like a booger to get wasted.

Irish 50%

Holiday spirit=0%

Pish fucking Posh

Completely agreed!  It was enough I had to see all the douche-bags on Saturday night in the city with their stupid shirts, hats and crowns, but that wasn’t enough.  All the countless fools trashing the streets today is even more proof that most people suck.

I am not wearing green today. This doesn’t bother me, except for the fact that I will be getting shit for this all day long from my coworkers who celebrate this holiday. And they are not Irish.

(via herheadhurts)

Good deal!  Don’t follow the sheeple!  LOL!

When you least expect it, greatness happens…

A Huge Sigh of Relief at 4:50AM.

wealthofwords:

So I get pulled over this morning on my way to work.  No, I hadn’t been drinking.  We start really early in the Chitown.  I rolled through a stop sign on Division Street and literally a half second later a copper is speeding up to me with his sirens blasting full force.  Afer reviewing my drivers license and insurance information, he goes back to his car and I totally think I’m fucked.  A minute later he comes back and says “just be careful…..the next copy ain’t gonna let you off.”

Ahhhhh, a slow exhale.  Now my weekend is looking up….again!

You might want to consider getting a driver from now on.  You do not have good luck driving cars!

One of the best written songs ever…

Boyz II Men
II
Water Runs Dry
We don’t even talk anymore
And we don’t even know what we argue about
Don’t even say I love you no more
Cause sayin’ how we feel is no longer allowed
Some people will work things out
And some just don’t know how to change

Let’s don’t wait till the water runs dry
We might watch our whole lives pass us by
Let’s don’t wait till the water runs dry
We’ll make the biggest mistake of our lives
Don’t do it baby

Now they can see the tears in our eyes
But we deny the pain that lies deep in our hearts
Well maybe that’s a pain we can’t hide
Cause everybody knows that we’re both torn apart
Why do we hurt each other
Why do we push love away

Let’s don’t wait till the water runs dry
We might watch our whole lives pass us by
Let’s don’t wait till the water runs dry
We’ll make the biggest mistake of our lives
Don’t do it baby

Down… Up…

When  you have something taken away you truly believe in as if you never were really important to its cause, it causes a deep, burning effect that grows more after the initial separation.  You wonder just how it is that you were tossed aside as if you never mattered or had no impact.  I’m not gonna sit around and sugar-coat it:  I was fucked.  I was fucked over not because I wasn’t the most conventional of individuals but because I posed a threat to the security of those above me.  I challenged those that were happy with the status quo and security of their own self-interests rather than what I was initially taught when I came on board, and that was to think for the good of the many.  Well my sacrifice may have saved some time but to sit here and say I am over it would be a complete lie.  The fact of the matter is that the more and more each day goes by I cannot help but feel complete and utter contempt for those who pushed me out the door and now those whom I thought would want to keep contact open but have since closed that door.  There are a few of you there, especially those with a hand in my oust and a few who have since swept me under their proverbial rug, that I cannot forgive and will never forgive.  I am vengeful and I will get the last laugh, because when your livelihood is taken away without just cause or reason, and you are looking up at the heavens wondering where it all went wrong and how and why, I want you to remember what you did to me and how you did me away for your own gain and never gave one thought to anyone but yourselves.  Then you will know how it truly feels to be stabbed in the back without warning.  I know that once I am back on my feet, much of this thought process internally will subside because I will no longer be searching for security and hope.  I know that idle time does not always foster congeneality.  I do know that the time has been an important tool in developing many conclusions about others and truths about the self, and that is a positive thing.  You really come to a self-actualization as well as gain a full understanding of those who really matter in life.  I will carry on and I will survive.  But for those who put me here and for those who didn’t give a shit after I was gone, know again, that I will always remember and never forget.  You have afflicated me in ways I never have felt before and hope and pray I never will again.  Just remember that one day you too will feel this pain and develop this anger and hatred.  If you do, don’t come calling my way for sympathy because you have done to others as you will have then had done to you.  Write that down.  Remember it.  Live with it.  Love it…

Now on the flip-side, all this negative could manifest itself in you, and do not think for one second that it has with me regardless of the thoughts outlined above.  One does not succeed and reach true, innate success without capitalizing on the opportunities presented by the downfall of structural status quo.  The opportunity begs of you to answer the question: “Who am I?” and “What truly makes me happy?”  Once you uncover those truths you can truly maximize your potential.  So with that being said, it’s time to take the plunge and see just how far down the rabbit hole goes…

“Like two ships passing in the night…”

katyperryblog:

YES. YES. YES. YES.

Just in time for VALENTINES DAY… the heavens of humor shined upon us (the traveling circus (in no way related to the BSpears circus) of a tour) I’m gonna call it out right now… My manager, Bradford Elton Cobb the 3rd was apart of a MISSED CONNECTIONS on craigslist. WHAT ARE THE ODDS? Listen, if you don’t know what “missed connections” is… you have to check it out… they are always SO entertaining and very hard to pin point about who it could be about… cause it could be about ANYONE, really. Usually the stories are like… “So I saw you at the coffee bean and tea leaf on robertson and beverly… and you ordered a soy mocha frap no whip… I was too nervous to say anything to you… call me.” Anyway, someone found this for him and then I, of course, made him send it to me. These should be renamed StAlKeR CoNnEcTiOnS.

It’s GENUIS!

My only response to her though is, honey, don’t let that mississippi charm fool you for a second! Turn your radar on… he’s a bona-fide DELTA QUEEN!

Happy Valentines Day!

http://losangeles.craigslist.org/lac/mis/1025745586.html

i long for the day of my missed connection…

Ah, the missed connection!  If you’re really lookin for a treat though, I highly suggest the “Best of” section.  Now those are some minds I would like to navigate through!