Awhile ago back at school this boy on myspace messaged me and asked how I was doing. I'm used to this kind of crap, because guys often do this and once they get a response that does not contain the sentence "Hey, can I suck your dick?" they stop talking to me. But this kid seemed persistent and wanted to meet so I decided that when I got home I would probably have nothing better to do than to hang around with some douchebag I would wind up hating anyway, so when I got home we decided to meet at the diner. I know this is how girls get killed and murdered so I told him that if we met my four friends would have to come along.

I think people often get the misconception that I am retarded. There must be something about me that screams, "I have my head up my ass" because for some reason, people think they can dick me over and tell me bullshit lies and I won't notice. Now I've never even met this kid and already I could tell that he thought I was some stupid halfassed female and I probably am for responding to a message from someone on myspace, but whatever, I've met people in far more sketchier scenarios and they turned out to be alright. All of our conversations were held via AIM. I told him to call me on the night we agreed to hang out, because he wasn't sure if he could so I told him to let me know within the hour what his plans were. Then I went out with my friends. He never called. I confronted him about it, and he said his phone was broken or some bullshit, and ended the conversation with, "call me later babe." Fuck you. So then he tries talking to me again, and I asked if he thought I was retarded. Of course he says no, and then I bring up the whole phone thing, and he was like, "well, I can't make calls, only receive them." BULL FUCKING SHIT. That's convienent, isn't it, asshole? So then I asked why he didn't tell me this BEFORE I told him to call me, and he was like, "I called you from my houseline, wah!" Nice try, asshole. I've never even met you, and you're already pissing me the fuck off. If you want a booty call then hire a prostitute, don't feed me these stupid ass bullshit stories. I guess this serves me right for assosciating with people from OnlineLand.

And why do people have to drive like goddamn morons? The other day I was behind someone going at least 15 miles under the speed limit. WHY? It's not like you just landed on some foreign planet. It's not like there's a blizzard or lots of small children running about. MOVE YOUR ASS. So then I finally honked at him after following him for like, 20 minutes, and he looks all startled and shocked and probably almost had a coronary becayse god forbid he drives the speed limit, then time might end. And the other night my friend was driving and all of a sudden the car in front of her stops short and just pulls a u turn out of his ass right in the middle of the fucking street. What's more, it was some stupid seventeen year old punkass in a mustang which daddy probably bought him after he ran the Lexus accidentally off a cliff. What the fuck is the matter with people? He could have clearly turned around in the VARIOUS OTHER PARKING LOTS LOCATED IN HIS VICINITY. But no, he just has to stop short and risk our lives so he can go to Wendy's and order a Frosty because he's probably stoned out of his mind or about to get smashed at his friend's house and then drive home drunk and crash his car into a wall and then mommy and daddy will buy him another one. I fucking hate people.

I fucking hate how you can't even say "Merry Christmas" without someone shitting a brick. WHO CARES. All this politcal correctness bullshit. The reason why everyone says Merry Christmas and puts up Christmas trees and buys Christmas presents is because it's Christmas. Why do I have to go around telling people to have a Merry Christmas and blessed Kwanzaa and happy Hanukah and joyous New Year and Merry Boxing Day and special Chinese New Year. Why do we have to take every single person in this country in account when we do something as simple as wish someone else a Merry Christmas? If you're going to bitch about a tree with colored lights then you know what, you should shoot yourself, because you're worthless and no one likes you.