2 Days and Counting...

The nerves are settling in... In just over a two days, we are heading out on our road-trip to St Louis to meet the Boondock Saints and other very cool people. I am excited and nervous all at once! I can't wait to get there, but I'm worried that my agoraphobia is going to keep me in the hotel room once I see how many people are going to be there...MEEP! I've been pretty good, recently. Not one panic attack in the last 2 years (claps hands) but I have also avoided overly-crowded places, so...yeah... Getting a little scared.

Ai yai yai

Just a quick little rant:

Patrick, you are a jerk. You talk shit about everybody behind everybody's back. Don't you know by now that we are all in the same group of friends? Haven't you learned that everything you say will eventually be relayed back to the target of your shit-talking?

You're back in jail, now. Big surprise there. Whoever took over your phone seems to think that you hate me, that I'm a "fat, nasty cow" who "fucks everything in sight" and that you "can't stand" my "nasty ass." (Quoting from the texts he/she/it sent me.) Interesting. The last time you talked to me, you said: "You'll always be my girl; I'll always love you, no matter what..." Hmmm...

Now, ordinarily, I would over-analyze and try to get to the bottom of all this, but I put up with your lies and empty promises for 7 years. I don't have to dwell on a damn thing anymore, and I don't plan to. So, here it is: Goodbye! My final goodbye. If I see you on the street, I'm going to pretend I don't know you. I will not answer your texts. Don't bother calling me, I won't answer. Good luck in your life; I hope it treats you better than you treat the people around you.

End rant! :)

To the point...

OK. A lot of my followers/friends have noticed the drama going on around here. Some have decided, "Hey. That's not my business..." (To you: I say, "I love you! I wish there were more like you!" Others, however, have decided to jump in the middle of it. You suck, and I've got a special message for you: "PISS OFF! THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU! GET YOUR NOSE OUT OF IT!" Thank you.

A cat fight recently broke out on Twitter. *facepalm* Really? Oh, yes...really! And it gets juicier and juicier as the days go by. It started a week ago (I could be wrong on the dates; I've given up keeping track at this point) with name-calling, then an unnamed celebrity was dragged into it (for no reason, at all...that celebrity has *nothing* to do with this. At. All. K?), then more and more people started attacking each other...and it hasn't stopped. What should have been a, "HEY! WTF?! Why did you say that?" Turned into a knock-down, drag-out, let's-get-everybody-I-know-on-my-side-even-though-this-is-partially-my-fault-too, WORLD WAR FUCKING THREE! Again with the *facepalm*!

This is my note to everybody involved: I don't care. No, really. I don't give a flying fuck, anymore. If you want to drag this out and drag more and more people into it...go for bad, do your thing, but leave me alone! I'm done. As a matter of fact, I've *been* done, but people just don't seem to get it! Your feelings got hurt. So did mine. So did a few others. But, guess what? I'm over it. "Get over it or die pissed off." I chose to get over it. You know what helped me make that decision? Here goes, the big secret to how I can get over things so much quicker than you...it's....THE INTERNET! I use it for entertainment, and when something is no longer entertaining, I quit it...Simple philosophy, I think... So, in closing, I leave you with the following Facebook status:

"In light of recent bullshit, I have decided to say "FUCK OFF!" to the Internet. This shit has gone too far, already, and I will no longer subject myself to middle school rumors and drama. Last I checked, we were all adults, so if you've got a problem with me, or my friends, bring it to our faces. The catty, passive-aggressive attitude will no longer be tolerated, or acknowledged. If you come up to me with "Well, he/she said..." I will unfriend/unfollow you, block you and forget I ever met you. I don't need you in my life to be happy. I CHOOSE to have you in it, and I can CHOOSE to send you packing."