April 28, A little pinch of cynicism.
{ 7:27 AM }
2 awesome movies, both coming out one day after the other. Sure hope that people don't decide to get an early start on the weekends by skipping work on Friday, or I won't be able to watch both movies!
A little picture for all you sick sadistic people. . . as well as all GCSE 'O' level Biology students.
When you're bored, when you're really bored, and I mean really really really dead bored, the kind where you just feel like clawing your eyes out to kill the boredom, try going on Dating Sites.
Your objective: Create a ridiculously absurd account. (Hint: Try Willy Wonka for starters.)
Or even better, trick people into thinking you're some supermassively hot babe from some exotic part of the world, and watch as men show their truly spineless, so-desperate-I'd-lie-through-my-teeth-just-to-talk-to-a-girl selves. Then shatter their fragile hearts. If you think that's mean, don't ever forget the age old rule:
"One man's misery is another man's joy".
Y'know what, I really don't appreciate alot of things in life. No this isn't a bad thing for me or an 'OH-I-JUST-HAD-AN-EPIPHANY-MOMENT', okay maybe it is. What I mean is, I really don't like alot of things. Example: Guys who act like tough shits, but crack when you challenge them. I mean, it's like walking into Caesar's Palace, putting 40 grand on the player, but knowing that the banker always wins. Almost always, anyway.
Need another example? How about. . . people who once said, and I quote here, "we'll always be BFF's" (yeah I know, cheesy, so 200-late and makes you hurl faster than the spinning teacups dunnit?) and the next thing you know he/she has her life and you have your life. I don't get it. Why go through all the trouble of saying something which you know makes you wanna puke, then revoking it? It makes as much sense as a cow wearing a hockey mask.
I've never really been a big fan of hypocrisy. I know several people who are though, though they deny it vehemently. It's a hypocrite's natural reaction, you see: they live in denial. If you think about it, I doubt they even know what they really want. But whatever, not that that matters now, does it?
O-kay, this post is positively laced with sarcasm, macabre humour and lots and lots of venomous hatred, I know. So why don't we try to end it off on a happier note? I'm selling shirts (design shown below) now, who wants to buy some?
Order fast, these things are flying off the shelves in Tinsel Town! Zeke
