The Line forms to the left
The line for all the fake mother fuckers to fake kiss my REAL ASS forms to the left and they better bring lip balm because nothing pisses me off faster than some scabby ass chapped lips puckered to my lily white ass That being said today was ok. I just have to be extra "assholish" since everyone is now used to the kinder version of Mike. Not everyone deserves the treatment so it's hard not to be a complete and total dick to some people. I don't want to completely cock block myself. I have to reign in my desire to totally decimate some people; I know way too much dirt on some people whom I'd really like to tell to fuck off oh the pleasantries weren't flying freely today, back to the same ol' fake ass shit. So I also discovered that even though I put back on my old faade that with the short hair now people ask "what's wrong?" You know what? Fuck you and your lip service. So since my most recent haircut was December 1st, I'm not cutting it again for a very, VERY, long time. I'm going to get a couple extra bottles of Blue Bell Super Earth Formula Vitamins and start eating them by the handfuls, like a junkie on a bender. You see what I don't get is some people will let others treat them like total and complete shit, they'll stay there just taking it. I'm guilty of the same but I don't know why we do it. I could've walked away and I left a couple of times but yet I came back. What is it in human nature that allows, no, makes us do it?... I'm not complaining, I accept responsibility for my actions but I'm just curious as to why? I totally ignored certain people even when I knew they where expecting some conversation. I admit I had a twinge of guilty feelings when I saw their expectations dashed but you know what? Fuck it. I thought about the dirt I know about these people and I smiled because even though they think some of these same Fucktards are their friends, it's those same people that lay their dirt out for all to see. Justice on some level I guess. Did I want to go and crush their little world with my knowledge? Honestly, yes. Maybe I'm just getting soft in my old age, because I actually engaged my better judgment and kept walking. I guess on some level we're all marred characters in the same fucked up story. Damaged goods with the same scratch and dent price discarded in the price bin, some of us are just better at covering it up as we try to market ourselves for the next potential buyer. I think my dark side has lost some of its edge, before I'd pounce on the opportunity to destroy someone who I felt wronged me. Today I thought first and walked away. I guess the International Man of Misery has left the building. I just don't get it With age comes wisdom? No I don't think it's that. I'm still the same fucked up person now as I was at 20 just with more white in my hair Who knows?
Anyways till next time Same Bat channel Same Bat time m
The line for all the fake mother fuckers to fake kiss my REAL ASS forms to the left and they better bring lip balm because nothing pisses me off faster than some scabby ass chapped lips puckered to my lily white ass That being said today was ok. I just have to be extra "assholish" since everyone is now used to the kinder version of Mike. Not everyone deserves the treatment so it's hard not to be a complete and total dick to some people. I don't want to completely cock block myself. I have to reign in my desire to totally decimate some people; I know way too much dirt on some people whom I'd really like to tell to fuck off oh the pleasantries weren't flying freely today, back to the same ol' fake ass shit. So I also discovered that even though I put back on my old faade that with the short hair now people ask "what's wrong?" You know what? Fuck you and your lip service. So since my most recent haircut was December 1st, I'm not cutting it again for a very, VERY, long time. I'm going to get a couple extra bottles of Blue Bell Super Earth Formula Vitamins and start eating them by the handfuls, like a junkie on a bender. You see what I don't get is some people will let others treat them like total and complete shit, they'll stay there just taking it. I'm guilty of the same but I don't know why we do it. I could've walked away and I left a couple of times but yet I came back. What is it in human nature that allows, no, makes us do it?... I'm not complaining, I accept responsibility for my actions but I'm just curious as to why? I totally ignored certain people even when I knew they where expecting some conversation. I admit I had a twinge of guilty feelings when I saw their expectations dashed but you know what? Fuck it. I thought about the dirt I know about these people and I smiled because even though they think some of these same Fucktards are their friends, it's those same people that lay their dirt out for all to see. Justice on some level I guess. Did I want to go and crush their little world with my knowledge? Honestly, yes. Maybe I'm just getting soft in my old age, because I actually engaged my better judgment and kept walking. I guess on some level we're all marred characters in the same fucked up story. Damaged goods with the same scratch and dent price discarded in the price bin, some of us are just better at covering it up as we try to market ourselves for the next potential buyer. I think my dark side has lost some of its edge, before I'd pounce on the opportunity to destroy someone who I felt wronged me. Today I thought first and walked away. I guess the International Man of Misery has left the building. I just don't get it With age comes wisdom? No I don't think it's that. I'm still the same fucked up person now as I was at 20 just with more white in my hair Who knows?
Anyways till next time Same Bat channel Same Bat time m