“I bet you wish George Bush was president now.”

Oh, little SPAM comment, you’re hilarious.

Anyway, everything has been getting on my nerves today. I don’t know if it’s close to that time (not really), or if I’m just being extra touchy, or if YOU ASSHOLES SHOULD STOP BEING SEXIST DOUCHEBAGS, or what… it’s crazy. The world is a mystery.

I almost popped off this morning, but I refrained. I didn’t need the rest of the day being all awkward, ha ha! Whatever, I’m much better now that I’m home. I LOVE YOU HOME. *huggles*

I pray the rest of the week goes smoothly, ’cause I’M NOT IN THE MOOD.

Anyway, I’m hopped up on so much caffeine right now. Good thing I don’t have to show up to work tomorrow, because I’m going to be bouncing off the walls for a couple more hours. ha ha! Anyway, I’m bored, have a thing I took earlier:

Minus a couple of things, this thing is spot-fucking-on.

YOU ARE SOLITARY, AESTHETIC AND ORIGINAL

Solitary
You are a private person, not very comfortable in a big group, and view excessive socializing as a waste of time.

You not prefer hanging out with others to spending time alone; you do not tend to feel at home in a crowded room, club, stadium, or auditorium.

Aesthetic
You appreciate art, beauty, and design; you know that they are not superficial but absolutely crucial to living the good life. You have good taste, and you’re proud of it. Those with a high score on the “aesthetic” trait are often employed in literary or artistic professions, enjoy domestic activities — doing things around the house — and are enthusiastic about the arts, reading, and travel.

You don’t think it’s pretentious to be moved by art and beauty. You’re not one of those who believe it doesn’t matter what something looks like as long as it does its job.

Original
You are constantly coming up with new ideas. For you, the world as it exists is just a jumping-off place; what’s going on inside your mind is often more interesting than what’s going on outside.

You don’t feel that the road to success is to be a realist and stick to the program; you never stop yourself from coming up with new ideas or telling the world what you’re thinking about.

Unsettled
You may be comfortable on your home turf, but you have a tendency to be self-conscious in an unfamiliar environment. While you’re usually at ease with your friends, you can be a little skittish around strangers.

You usually don’t feel at home in unfamiliar settings or with new people. When you get rattled, you don’t necessarily recover instantly.

Introspective
You like your own company; you’re a very interesting person. Tracking your own mental processes, knowing that you’re thinking and why you do what do you, is important to you. Often, what’s going on in your mind is more compelling than what’s going on outside. For the most part, those with a high score on the “introspective” trait enjoy reading, taking long walks, learning new things, and other solitary activities.

You are not someone who is constantly looking to be among a group of friends; you never feel bored when you are by yourself.

Intellectual
You are thoughtful, rational and comfortable in the world of ideas. People find you interesting to talk to. You’re the living embodiment of the saying, “You learn something new every day.” In general, those with a high score on the “intellectual” trait are employed in such fields as teaching and research, and are enthusiastic about reading, foreign films, and classical music.

You do not avoid abstract conversation, experimenting with new ideas, or studying new things. It bores you to stick to the strait and narrow of what you already know.

Reserved
You are somewhat shy, or at least unwilling to spend all your time socializing. With you it’s true that “still waters run deep,” which is why many of your acquaintances never get to know you well.

You are not always ready to talk at the drop of a hat. Whether you’re in the office or at a party, you’re not likely to be found gabbing away in the middle of a group of people.

Abrasive
You are accustomed to rubbing people the wrong way; it’s simply what happens when you express your opinions. In your opinion, there’s nothing wrong with being controversial.

You don’t have a “live and let live” attitude when it comes to other people whose opinions clash with yours; you see no reason to give the benefit of the doubt to someone who is just plain wrong.

Organized
You like to think a task through before you embark on it. If it’s the slightest bit complicated, you make a list (even if it’s only in your mind) and methodically work your way through it. When you have a goal in mind, you’re not satisfied until you reach it.

You are not one of those people who ignore the details, and you don’t understand how anyone can get anything accomplished without thoughtful planning ahead of time.

Curious
You like to get to the bottom of things. You’re not content knowing what someone did; you want to know why they did it.

You don’t simply take things as they are and move on; you’re not content skimming along the surface; you don’t feel you’re wasting time by digging for the meaning of things.

http://psychcental.com/personality-patterns

Yeah. But then half the time you can’t even understand what the fuck they’re typing because apparently they no longer speak English as their first language and have spun off into speaking Dumbfuckish and no one except other people who speak Dumbfuckish ever comment because they’re the only one who know what that one person is typing. Don’t dare write back in English because sometimes their brains are so fried from being “best friends with Jane” (written in Dumbfuckish, of course) they don’t understand what the fuck you just written.

And, since you pay for web hosting/domain names/blog space, you can go and write this in response to their dumbass status update:

OF COURSE YOUR KIDS ARE FUCKING ASLEEP AFTER “SWIMMING” ALL DAY. YOU HAD THEM OUT YESTERDAY ON ONE OF THE HOTTEST FUCKING DAYS OF THE SUMMER (IT TOPPED 105 BITCH AND THE HEAT INDEX MADE IT FEEL WORSE). THEY’RE PROBABLY FUCKING SUNBURNT BECAUSE I KNOW YOU DON’T PUT SUNSCREEN ON THEM. PROBABLY SUFFERING FROM A LITTLE BIT OF HEAT EXHAUSTION (WHICH FUCKING SUCKS TO HAVE BY THE WAY, I KNOW I HAD TONS OF FUN WITH MY RAGING CASE OF IT). I KNOW THEY DON’T EVER DRINK WATER, LOOK AT YOU. BUT, OH, AS LONG AS YOU HAD FUN “GETTING YOUR TAN ON”. I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR SKIN CANCER YOU NASTY ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKER.

That’s just from yesterday. We’re not even going to get into the asinine update from a few days ago where this stupid-ass was mentioning going back to her “old ways.” Bitch, I swear…

Is that a law now? If not, it should be.

If we were ever kidnapped, held in a room and I was forced to cook one of the above to gain our freedom and possibly keep on keeping on… you guys would be some dead bastards. Sorry. I could probably negotiate my way out with sexual favours or something, but you guys are on your own. Sorry, that’s just how it goes. I still love you, though. I give you permission to haunt me until I jump out of a window or something.

Anyway… have some links to some places. You’ll thank me when you’re through peeing in your pants and snotting all over yourself.

• Hyperbole and a Half
  I read back through this blog forever. It induced the aforementioned pants-peeing and I eventually just started forgoing trousers.
• fucking movie reviews (dot com)
  fuck fuck fuckitty fuck
• And last but certainly not least… TURN YOUR SPEAKERS ON
  Aww, they added a stupid ad & that dumbass Facebook crap to the bottom. Oh well, it’s not relevant,

Also, I’d like to express my condolences to the families and friends of the North Korean national soccer football team. I’m sorry Portugal got you killed.

Becks is having none of that shit.

Anyway… what’s up? I actually had something else I was going to post about – then I saw that comment and was slightly amused. Guess I’ll draft up the other one and post it later. Whoopity-doo!

* Yes, whoTes. One person knows what I’m talking about. ha ha!

No, but seriously… their. own. abortions. ha ha! I just saved a ladybug from the pool. While it was crawling around my arm decided that I was the perfect egg host & dropped one on the inside of my wrist. Apparently, it then decided I’m not fit to be a mother and turned around and ATE IT’S OWN EGG. In the process it bit me. I expect to be a super-mutant ladybug by midnight. Of course, it will also be my luck that I’m allergic to ladybug bites and my arm will fall off. FALL THE FUCK OFF.

Also… ENOUGH WITH THE RAIN. Seriously…