Another blog turned hostile. Awesome.

Life hasn't really changed too much since my last blog.. CRAZY times, esp last night w/ everyone high outta their minds.. We "partied" for awhile @ Gmas, then a bunch of us went to Rick's Cafe @ like 2:40am lol.. Didn't leave til after 4, partially b/c the food took weeks.. Our fault tho, b/c there was def meeeee, Morgan, Lauren, Jessica, Brent, Rob, and Pat to cook for.. No idea what Brent, Rob, or Pat ordered, but my shit was simple as hell. MINUS the eggs which are apparently IMPOSSIBLE TO GET MADE RIGHT ANYWHERE...

CHEESE EGGS. SCRAMBLED. SOFT. FLUFFY.

NO ONE CAN DO IT THO... WTFFFFF... I think I'm the only person who makes eggs the way I like them.. I should start making eggs before I leave to eat breakfast @ a restaurant.. I just want my order right! And then, just like her BROTHER, each and EVERY TIME I gotta hear LAUREN pipe in about how it's not their fault etc etc, as if I ever ever everrrrrr asked for her thoughts on the matter, lmfao. They are my eggs, I know how I want them, I DGAF how many years you've worked w/ food (to EVERYONE who tells me about their old jobs etc) unless YOU are going to cook my eggs, ok? Awesome thanks lol. Don't tell me not to order eggs, tell THEM to get them right. If I was standing next to them, they'd get it right. I'm not gonna become a cook just to get good eggs once in awhile..

I love how EVERYONE makes me listen to them bitch over what is usually the pettiest shit, but everytime I want to, I get treated like I'm just being an asshole. I'm about over all that, fa shooooooo...

Esp when it's usually people who say they will tell anyone anything blah blah I'm so hard... WEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL NOT MANY OF YOU ARE SHOW & PROVING, SOOOOO......

Oh, well. I've got a bunch of pussyfooters.. It's my burden, I love them, w/e...

AW, and now someone's mad @ me b/c they have the comprehension level of a 12 year old...

NOT MY FAULT.

Bwahaha, I'm not NEARLY the asshole I could be, and I still get bitched @.. Grow some fuckin' balls, people.. Act like we're older than 18.. Well, MUCH older.. Haha. Everyone gets so pissy w/ me.. WELL, it's JUST as annoying to not be understood as it is to never understand.. Sorry I'm frustrated, guys/girls, but some of you are just tooooooooooooo stupid @ times.. And then, when I'm arguing my point........ JUST LISTEN, I WILL HELP YOU UNDERSTAND.. But NO, you gotta get butthurt b/c I'm "being a dick", and completely miss the point..

DJGHLJDSHLJBSDGSD OMFG TJ YOU'RE RIGHT... SO RIGHT.... I need to ration out my days.. Only certain amounts of time can be doled out to people who always take offense, or feel slighted by the dumbest things... It's killing me, and not even slowly anymore.. It's a rapid decline.

How many times in the past year alone have I had to make blogs like this..... CAN NO ONE TELL HOW MUCH THEY ARE ANNOYING ME!?!? I'M SO OBVIOUS WHEN I'M ANNOYED, OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES! WHO STILL THINKS THEIR DRAMA/STUPIDITY IS SOMETHING I GAF ABOUT??? LET MEEEEEE KNOW, ACTUALLY I WILL LET YOOOOUUUUUU KNOW...

Oh no wait.. I've BEEN doing that, but it still makes it's way back...

Haha.. Speaking of which, I bought Rebecca a button that says "I ♥ Recycling".. HOOOOOOW awesome is that!?!? I keep forgetting to give it to her.. Doubt she'll think it's funny, but oh well. Not many people are gonna find this blog funny, either, but OH WELL. I'm irritated right now, and this is the only way I can talk and be LISTENED TO W/O INTERRUPTION, sooooooo...

AAAAAAAAAAND THAT TAKES US TO THE NEXT CHAPTER, STUDENTS...

STOP. TELLING. ME. WHAT. TO. BLOG. ABOUT. If your name got mentioned OH FUCKING WELL, guess you shouldn't have gotten on my nerves, hm??? Lots of people don't like what I've had to say about them, but @ least I'm fucking saying it, instead of waiting and WHISPERING.... If you have something to say about this, fuck you in advance... Ha.. What a crock.. DGAF...

I think NOT.

Two people have recently griped to me about the "their personal business being on Myspace", and to that I say IF IT INVOLVED ME, I GUESS THAT MAKES IT OOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRR PERSONAL BUSINESS, MEANING I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BITCH ABOUT IT IN ANY MANNER I CHOOSE TO. Each and every fucking one of you call and text me out the ass to tell me about all sorts of goddamn drama.. What do you expect from me?? When I talk, you don't listen. The blog never turns a deaf ear to me, sooooooo...

All dumb bitches and stupid cunts will continue to be called out until IIIIIII feel satisfied, and if you don't like it, happiness is only ONE CLICK AWAY...

Do what you gotta do. I am, for the sake of my FUCKING SANITY. If you hate the blogs, you'll REALLY hate the book.

*deep sigh*

Man... Basically, what I'm saying is... And by saying, I mean NO ONE IS EXCLUDED........

YOU CANNOT STOP ME. I am not physically afraid of ANY of you. A-N-Y. If you can't beat me, you can't STOP me. CLOSE FRIENDS, BESTIES, WHOEVER... Don't think b/c I treat you diff, I'm afraid of you. If any of the people I have in my head right now came @ me, I would beat their fucking ass. If you can't have that same thought about me, STOP thinking you're fucking hard, or that I do, b/c I really don't.

There will come a time when I REALLY dgaf and just haul off and hit you. You really don't want it to come to that, or end on such a sour note, so I suggest you stfu. My phone and head ring 24/7 over some bullshit. I am not you, YOU gaf too much. Keep in mind when you start texting me that by YOU, I mean ALL of you, like I said. That way, no one can take it personal this time. This goes out to ANYONE who feels that lil pang of guilt/panic/wondering if I'm talking about them.

YES, YES I AM.

I feel so much better now.. Those last two paragraphs are basically the main problem right now. TOO MANY PEOPLE for some reason think that I would never hit them. This is not true, not true @ all. A few of you are cutting it close. I can't tell you not to mistake my kindness for weakness, b/c a lot of you have been ABUSING my kindness, hoping that it'll save you from being cussed out, or HIT, or anything else.

Time to put the kabash on that one.

For good.