Stupid Id's

I basically want to poke people's eyes out. Or throw rocks at them.

Yup it's anger time.

Normally I would save this anger for secret blog but some of my readers are the people, or married to, or in a relationship with the people I want to gouge. I also happen to be riled up about something completely unrelated to this subject but that's being saved for my uber private blog.

I'm not sure if I should go teenage angst style and write general I-hate-stupid-people comments or if I should get specific about the rudeness of the idiots i'm talking about.

I'll go general. Ish.

People who talk about other people behind their back should be more careful who they talk to. I believe there is a Justin Timberlake song that says, and I quote,

"What goes around, goes around, goes around

Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around"

Yeah. I'm pretty sure that proves my point.

Just because I listen to Katy Pery and Ke$ha (with the money dolla sign don't you forget) doesn't mean I am a devil and that I am going to hell. Sometimes, I even buy the edited version of the songs.

I may not be the Mormon they think I should be, but we are all just people tryin' to make it in this world. In fact, I think of these specific people whenever I am updating my status or posting a blog. Which is absolutely ridiculous. I wish I could be public to everyone but people with judgement on their brain.

Oh wait, I judge too. I'm just more secret about it. Except right now. And in blogs past, and when I yell about it.

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