| - A Rose for Emily I cuss too much. I need to stop, because I come across as trashy. And I use too many smiley faces. I'm boring. I wish I had something better to say. And a witty punch line for everything. Wit is my favorite thing to be complimented on, because the ability to come up with your own material is more important than being "funny". I hate people who think that they're "random" for compulsively saying "cheese". Cheese as a noun has lost any hope for being remotely "random" thanks to people who have to make up for their lack of a sense of humor by constantly using a cliche. I'm afraid to start conversations with people that look interesting, because I know I couldn't impress them. I start sentences with conjunctions. I hold a grudge against Christians. But I try not to. It's been a long time. They didn't know any better. I hate the government. But I don't do anything to improve the situation. I don't tell people what I'm really thinking. People lose interest in me quickly. I don't blame them. Thus far I've used the word "I" 18 times. I'm self absorbed.
But I really hate myself sometimes. |
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