Nah, you folks don't want to know that story. Besides, the statute of limitations isn't up yet. Plus, the goats and midgets still aren't out of the hospital. So this is my first blog here on Fubar, and I actually do like this place. Not as overdone as myspace, which is good. You know there are people who base their entire lives off of myspace? There's a phrase for that. It's called: "Get the frak off the computer!" While I'm as guilty of staying on the computer as anyone else, at least I'm not basing my entire social structure/life on who comments on my page or pics or whatever.
My dad took me aside and said, "Preacher (yeah, I've had this nickname for-friggin-EVER), if you don't remember anything else I say, remember this: If they aren't married to you, paying you, or fucking you, their opinions don't matter." This was alot for a five-year-old to digest, but I took it as best I could. Now that I've been around the block a few times, I've seen that the old man is right.
I knew one woman in particular that was supposedly interested in me neglect to tell me she was banging someone else. Her reasoning? "Everyone on my myspace knew!" You know, at that point, you have to just cut bait, because that is the most asinine thing to say to someone. Not, "Oh, sorry, I should have told you!" but "YOU should have been watching my myspace page!" Needless to say, the names are being changed not to protect the innocent, but to not give the hoochie the satisfaction.
Nothing else is going on in my life, other than work, school, crap like that. Oh well... Maybe if I get some BIE, I'll have something to talk about. And if you have to ask what BIE is... I'll be happy to explain it to you.
Dominus ominus, and pass the beer.
