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Apathetic Behavior is Entertaining
Posted: December 10, 2011 @ 10:58 AM, by Adam.
The ineptitude of people always make me laugh, especially when it's the ones who deem themselves more profound than others. Ah, but soon their falsity will come to light
and karma will have its way.
Technology has made it easy to keep a track of everything. And as such, websites, even short lived ones, get logged somewhere. Aww shucks, it just so happens I have a few local
copies of it myself. I've dealt with people who had more smarts than the last person I dealt with, and she can try to restrict everything from her boyfriend of finding out, but
it's just too bad I already had all his contact information before you started lying to me. Do you really think I would've tipped you off, knowing you were going to delete shit and
try to control his facebook? Tsk, Tsk.
Oh, and just so we don't think I'm pulling shit out of my ass, May 13, 1984, and Forest Heights should be enough proof. But my information must be wrong, because you apparently can't
do background checks or get that kind of information on people who live in Canada *rolls eyes*.
And let's talk about someone who thinks she's in the gaming industry because she writes her opinions in blog form on a wordpress site, shall we? This "business venture" of hers
has been operational for 3 months or so. Maybe 2. Who cares, that's besides the point. Oh hai, I has forumz and use awesome terms like interwebz in my blogs becuz I r professional.
The forums have a few posts, about a dozen. 95% are from her/her "companies shared forum name". Polls? A whole 6 people voting on them (I'm being generous with that number as well), and
nobody even acknowledged her post on another forum about it, though quite a few of us have shared plenty of laughs. "I owned a business when I was 18", mmhmm, and where is that business now?
Unless you want to consider wanna be porn a business, but then I can see why that failed. When asked for my opinions, every one of them were turned down. I guess earning a few thousand
the first month means little. Oh well. And I guess seeing some friends start their own and seeing where some failed, and how some were very successful, means I know jack shit. I'm not
claiming to be the "be all, end all" of business, but I'm not some random person walking off the street with some half assed idea. Get a fucking clue - there's review websites all over
the internet, thousands of them, that don't run some shitty wordpress template site.
Yep, I'm childish. You're a hooker. Wait, no, hookers charge for sex. You're just a whore.
Anamorphia
Posted: December 1, 2011 @ 4:49 PM, by Adam.
It's been a while since I checked the stats of this here blog site, and to my surprise, there were 12,800 unique visitors last month. Holy shit.
A lot has been going on in the last 2 months after my return from Canada. We won't get into that, though, as I'm not dealing with the games, lies,
and over all bullshit that was fed to me since the summer.
I was talking with my friend the other night, and randomly she says "your standards are so anamophic, it's no wonder why you don't have a girlfriend".
When I asked her what she was talking about, she listed off so many things that I had to laugh. Here's the list of things that has apparently kept me from
really dating anyone in the last year and a half:
- She's too fat
- She's too skinny
- Her teeth are wack
- She rolls her tongue on certain words
- She doesn't know the difference between they're, their, and there
- Her eyes are too far apart/too close together
- She has kids
- She's too confrontational
- She's too self kept
- She has a mustache
- etc...
While I think a few of those are funny, there's also the "we just don't have that special click" or whatever you want to call it. Sorry, but if you're not smart enough to
tell the difference between there, they're, and their, or you're and your, and air and heir, and so on, then I really can't take you seriously. You don't need to be an
astrophysicist for me to be interested, but come on now. I don't expect a PhD in grammar, or how to properly use a semi-colon, or how to program the internet, but a little
smarts mixed with some common sense goes a long way.
As for the rest of that list - seriously, I don't want to wake up next to something that belongs in a horror movie or a side show. I don't date unattractive women, which is
why I've only ever had 6 girlfriends or so. I won't sleep with just any old female either; I do have my "slumming" standards, though they have been very lax at times. Also, anyone
who ever asks how many girls I slept with, I won't date them either, nor will they get a real number out of me. It shouldn't matter what my number is, and if you're that insecure that
you need to ask, then you need to figure out what really matters to you. I've spewed out random numbers from 5, 24, and 50, and none of those are close to the right number. Me telling
the actual number shouldn't have any affect, and the only thing another person should be concerned about is if I'm clean or not. And yes, I'm clean.
One thing that's been bothering me lately, though, is the amount of infedelity I'm surrounded by. I've been cheated on and know how it feels; it sucks. It's such a destructive thing to
do to a person, and can really affect them for a long time. I won't spit out specifics of who I know is (or had been) doing such transgressions, but it's truly a sad sight in my world.
Know how much of this goes on really sways me to stay single.
Jumping topics, yet again, on my way home from work I realized how much I had to change my lifestyle in the last 2 years. When I bought my house, it basically took away 95% (if not more) of
my expendable funds. Starting January 1, 2012, this will no longer be an issue, well, mostly. 2 years ago, I was such a free spirit. I could come and go as I please, travel, go out and live it
up all weekend, work out, and so on. I would drop thousands at a shot on random things - car related shit, video games, partying, hotels, etc., but when I got into the relationship with TheEx,
some of those things changed, and then when I bought my house, everything changed.
When I started dating TheEx, she wouldn't allow me to work out. Her reasoning "there's already so many girls that wanna fuck you". I argued for so long on this, and she wouldn't budge. She never
gave me the time to work out. I remember one night, we were at the bowling alley with Ace, doing the whole midnight bowling, and we had gotten into some stupid argument (which was common). This
one really smoking hot chick walked by and I got the "what the fuck do you think you're looking at?" question from TheEx. I made up some excuse, something like "huh? the dude at the bar?" or "checking
the score of the game" or something. Not entirely sure if she bought that, but regardless, she couldn't argue because whatever it was I said, it was there. I never would have cheated on her anyway. I
have never even come close to it in the past, and I'd never want to lose saying "I've never cheated".
The days of hitting up the bowling allies with a bottle of diet coke mixed with vodka has long since past. Hell, even going to Horror's house on a Friday/Saturday night party has long since passed
because of the lack of funds, plus some legal issues that arose last year. Actually, aside from the summer of 2010 and my trip to Tennessee this past year, I've rarely drank since I bought my house. That's
all starting to change. I'm not becoming an alcoholic, but I am allowing myself to imbibe. It's kind of a must if I'm going on stage anyway. Speaking of which...
It's music time again. A few people at work were shocked when I had told them that I hadn't really played guitar since the beginning of 2009. We're hitting 3 years coming April. Now, I've already mentioned how
BLoz got on my ass when he saw me at PJ's about a month or 2 ago, and CLoz (his brother, my friend) had gotten on my ass about 2 weeks ago saying that if I practiced, I'd smoke him in every area of playing besides
being a riff master. Well, that's all changed now. Oh, apparently I can sing as well.
Yea, that's all for now.
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