The Other One

At the least, I am a greatly irrational person. On tumblr, everyone was taking pictures at Danny[!]'s video shoot. And that's well and dandy. I'm really sorry that I couldn't be there. But wait!

And keeps on appearing.

And is still appearing.

And is now having guest cameo's on Von's tumblr.

Shit, nigga, I can't get through the tall grass?!

Welp. Deleted them all. It's just the internet. I still love them and junk, but there is only so much of his face that I should be forced to stare at. I don't have the energy.

And to be honest, if he turns up at any point while I'm in Georgia, sorry people, but I will abruptly turn around and leave. Peace out.

@6:04pm: He's there? Hands up. I'm done. Have a nice day everybody.
@6:30pm: Stop it guize.
@6:44pm: Come on guize.
@6:51pm: Please, guize. Put it back in the box.
@6:52pm: Guize. I'm gonna delete you all if you don't stop.
@7:20pm: Bai guize.
@7:23pm: I wonder if I'll regret that later? Fuck it. This life ain't bout no regrets.

I feel like my point was made in the title, but let me elaborate for emphasis.

Sentient human beings with Y-chromosomes, commonly called men are fucks. It is generally something that should be learned very early as it is continuously taught. Every day, another Y-chromosomed individual is caught doing something fucked up. As a result, us without, should realize sometime around the 3rd day of kindergarten, that yes, they are indeed all fucks. However, due to our nature of enhanced estrogen, we forgive many a time for the benefit of the inevitable conclusion of penal to vaginal intercourse.

HOWEVER, I say, I am tired of my forgiving nature. In fact, here is a list of things I generally no longer care about:

• Men who claim they are shy and unable to express emotions to me. Fuck you.
• Men who claim they are shy and unable to express emotions to me in the view of others. Fuck you.
• Men who just "need some time to think." Fuck you.
• Men who are push me away because they are afraid to hurt me. Fuck you.
• Men who don't know how to even be friends with a person once another girl comes around. Fuck you x12.

• I joined the Navy about 2 months ago. I was in a life slump and hadn't even been writing, and couldn't get a job, or friends, or a sense of self, so there we have it. Life slump over. Now I have a job for the next 4 years. Fuck if I'm still in it after that. Get away from me government.
• I got a job. Fucking finally. It's nothing that I would want to have long term, but it suits my "job until March 20th" prospects. I'm going to be selling spa treatments to ladies. Rich white lady's. Who need to go to the spa. Obviously. Plus, it's commission based, meaning I probably won't be making that much money. At least its something to do.
• I was an extra on the Maury show today. One of the Man or Woman episodes. IT'S A MAN!

This is me.