“I am a nightmare walkin’, psychopath talkin’, king of my jungle just a gangster stalkin’…” – Colors,
Ice-T
*Side note: if you don’t know that song, you’re lame. LOL!* I’m not going to ramble on about gangsta life, as I have no idea how it goes. But I do know how certain people make me feel…And the things that they do trigger my anger like nitrate film being set on fire.
I’ve learned now more than ever, the classes of graduates leaving high school and entering “adult” life have either little to no consideration for others, or are just that stupid. I’m going to assume it’s the latter until someone sets me straight. I find it hilarious to watch these individuals roll on through their lives thinking that their parents/legal guardians (which ever) will continue to clean the mess they leave behind. Literally.
Were you children born in barns? Do you adore the reek of a crumby house? (Again, literally.) In my opinion, stickiness is like stepping in cat crap. Its a nuisance, hella hard to get off and an unnecessary extra I don’t feel like dealing with. I’ll remind you. I’m not that bad, you’re just that gross. Yet, I fear that the idea of courtesy left your mind just as quickly as the burp that escaped your mouth. Pity.
And you…Ms. “Sell me a lemon.” (And oh if my last name was Trunchbull, I’d definitely put you in the chokey.) No one really cares how sad and pathetic your life is. It’s not suppose to be easy. Triumph are for those worthy of greatness and if all you’re going to do is complain about where your from, then you’ll never see where your going. Get over it. (I’ll even help you build a bridge…maybe.) You may not see as everyone else does, and you don’t have to. But you should get a grip. It is not hunky dory in the area you claim to want to stand firmly in. Disney characterized graphics with deco type font do little to catch the eye of people whose opinions matter.
Leave your foolishness for the pathetic life you say you live. Abandon the actions that you know have caused others grief. The outcome never changes, only the ears in which your “sad story” bull crap falls on. Struggle does not discriminate. You are not the first, and you won’t be the last. Again, get over it.
I’m not perfect, and I don’t want to be. Give me your bad criticism. I welcome it. Mainly because if you make any sense, I’ll consider it, and if you don’t, I’ll laugh. Either way, you’ve given me a reason to smile. But I do know “what’s up” (Orale). I’d advise you to jump on this bandwagon as well. It provides for a greater view.
