My patience.
Would you like to try some? Everyone else is. Trying my patience, that is, for anyone who doesn't want to try to figure out my play on words.
Whether it be fucking around with pillows, or fucking around with my computer, or just fucking around in general, I'm sick of it. People say I have a good house in which to hang out. I don't blame them, there is an awful lot to do, many places to sit, plentiful beverage sustenance, and my house usually doesn't smell rancid. But just because I invite you over doesn't mean you can stop giving a shit. This isn't a fucking carnival, I don't have maids to clean up after everyone leaves.
The funny thing is, this party resulted in seemingly much less mess and out of pocket expense than usual. The party itself was great. I got good pictures, ate good food, and got hit in the fucking ear by a ball. You can't buy respect and decent behaviour, aparently.
As usual, what I say and post was used against me. Well, if you don't like what I say in my blog then don't read it, or don't do things that cause me to say whatever I tend to say.
I'll admit that I can make generalizations very quickly, especially when it's for or against something in which I strongly believe. All I can say is I'll try to stop that from now on, but I make no promises. I try my hardest to not make any promises. I've broken too many to keep doing it.
I'd like to defend myself to Vicky's comment below, but I honestly don't think it would be appropriate like this. I'd like to talk to her in person, though, with high hopes of not becoming too defensive and abrasive. It's all the logical argumentation and debating, I tell you. I naturally become defensive whenever someone tries to say something against me.
I tabbed out the lead guitar for a song we're playing, I'm glad I figured it out so easily and accurately.
Long enough post for tonight. Now to see how many friends I have when I wake up tomorrow.
Listening to... Orgy - Blue Monday
Link of the moment... You buy me, yes? *salivates*
Whether it be fucking around with pillows, or fucking around with my computer, or just fucking around in general, I'm sick of it. People say I have a good house in which to hang out. I don't blame them, there is an awful lot to do, many places to sit, plentiful beverage sustenance, and my house usually doesn't smell rancid. But just because I invite you over doesn't mean you can stop giving a shit. This isn't a fucking carnival, I don't have maids to clean up after everyone leaves.
The funny thing is, this party resulted in seemingly much less mess and out of pocket expense than usual. The party itself was great. I got good pictures, ate good food, and got hit in the fucking ear by a ball. You can't buy respect and decent behaviour, aparently.
As usual, what I say and post was used against me. Well, if you don't like what I say in my blog then don't read it, or don't do things that cause me to say whatever I tend to say.
I'll admit that I can make generalizations very quickly, especially when it's for or against something in which I strongly believe. All I can say is I'll try to stop that from now on, but I make no promises. I try my hardest to not make any promises. I've broken too many to keep doing it.
I'd like to defend myself to Vicky's comment below, but I honestly don't think it would be appropriate like this. I'd like to talk to her in person, though, with high hopes of not becoming too defensive and abrasive. It's all the logical argumentation and debating, I tell you. I naturally become defensive whenever someone tries to say something against me.
I tabbed out the lead guitar for a song we're playing, I'm glad I figured it out so easily and accurately.
Long enough post for tonight. Now to see how many friends I have when I wake up tomorrow.
Listening to... Orgy - Blue Monday
Link of the moment... You buy me, yes? *salivates*
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