bruce dickinson RToD

sound advice/reminder for all you idiots out there. if youre drunk, and you think about calling, texting, emailing, facebook commenting, or otherwise contacting your ex in some way, other than to get ass which you know he/she will give you, resist temptation. you'll most likely end up sounding like a blathering idiot, psycho, headcase, pussy, or some other name (un)befitting of your variety...dont regret tomorrow what you (think you should) do drunk today

a(nother) dose of reality

it's all been said before, but i'll say it again. life is about getting off. we're all selfish. altruism is a misnomer. relationships are bullshit. monogamy is impratical and unnatural.

i know a lot of you really "smart" people out there want to attribute this attitude to bitterness, pessimism, cynicism, jealousy, or whatever. this simply isn't the case. i was in a steady relationship for almost 3 years. i would consider it one of the better relationships between 2 people that ive known in my life, including my actual parents.
so i am in no way shortchanging that. i definitely grew as a person- mentally, emotionally, socially, intellectually, etc. i was lucky enough to be with someone who was as weird as me, but also open-minded and intelligent. i'm getting off track however...

let's be honest here. the only thing i could get out of a "relationship" that i cant get with big shifta (assuming we're in the same city) is the hooking up (and im sure that isnt too far off in our future. what just happened? i blacked out). sure it was nice to always have someone to hang out with, someone to talk to, someone to edify me, and someone to give things to, whether it be material things or simple compliments. but really, i get all of these things from shifta, so why do i need some bitch to do that? i use that term loosely, because a female friend could also fill this void, though it would be dicey b/c she would begin to wonder perhaps why you arent intimate with her sexually.

frankly, i enjoy shifta's company a helluva lot (lets hug it out bitch). i enjoy my company a lot. narcissism is merely the acknowledgement that one is "of value." theres nothing wrong with enjoying yourself, and i dont mean sexually, so get your hand out of your pants. i dont need to "date" someone to make myself feel better, and i certainly dont need to be in a serious relationship. why? b/c i dont want to spend money and time on you, thats why. i can get all of the things one normally gets in a relationship simply by relying on my close friends, and if i need to hook up, im sure i can manage. people do it every day, which greatly increases my outlook.

this is all one big rambling session, and it didnt at all come out how i would have wanted. and i apologize for the lack of inside yokes, but its a more "serious" post, i guess you could say. lets call it realistic or pragmatic.
stop with the hugh grant romantic-comedy ideals and get real for a few minutes. i think you'll find that life/business is good

you're my soulmate (sole mate), baby--

agree with you anymore, I could not.

its just the reality of the... situation

RTs #29: aryan nation and dumb girls

1. what is going on in here? at the illustrious smu dedman center (what most normal people call the gym) there are 2 sides of basketball courts, separated by the hallway. 4 goals on one side (so that 2 games can be played separately on that side) and 2 more goals on the other side (so one more game can be played. thats 3 total games possible for all you descartes out there). as i am leaving the gym, i look to my left, on the side with 4 goals, and it looks to be armenians, pakistanis, and black guys (i dont like the term african-american, b/c its too presumptuous and borderline patronizing...wait, shouldnt that i mean i like it? whatever)...on the side with 2 goals is a group of marginally coordinated white guys who all appear to be quite aryan looking. is this a coincidence? i probably wouldnt have noticed if they were all in the same half but the whiteys are all off by themselves leaving the "coloreds" (feel free to giggle at that term) to play together.

i guess smu didnt get the memo on integration and the civil rights movement...moving along:


2. i wonder what happens to "plastic" girls (or even guys) when someone uncovers that they have no wit, personality, or intellect beyond cosmo magazine and what happened on "the hills" last week? is this their greatest fear, or are they so dim (glib?) that they do not even realize this glaring flaw? what do plastics talk about? whom do they marry? do they go for the rich sugar daddy or the mimbo-slash-high-school-jock type?
these questions need to be answered

...come to think of it, i think i know what some of them do. they talk about the past (high school, sorority rush if they made it that far), go tanning, drink (read: hook up with me), and take pics to post on wherever (think: myspace, facebook, webshots, snapfish, adult friend finder) with captions like "your so hott" and "heartbreakers" and other such malarkey. i say we collect all these idiots, have our way with them a few times, and send them off to an island somewhere and let the cameras roll. who's with me?

banks, credit card companies, etc

ok, so i have to bitch for a minute. i went to two different banks in okc to shut down a checking account and a savings account...a few things came to mind while i was closing these.

first of all, both banks acted disappointed/upset that i was closing the account, saying things like "oh no, thats terrible!" "i wonder if we have a branch down in dallas" "were you disappointed with the bank?" [to which i said in a really smug voice, "yes i was very disappointed!"]. anyways, i think out of the 2 banks i dealt with, i had to deal with 2 people at each, and all 4 people expressed some sort of apparent personal dissatisfaction, like losing my account was going to affect their salary or something. trust me, you're gonna be fine.
just let me close my account, and i wont have to open-hand slap you

but on the topics of banks, i rarely go into the bank i use in dallas. first of all, i dont need to. second of all, every time i am in there, i get solicited to put money into a cd, different account, or take a credit card with the bank. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. its not enough that you make money off of my deposits, and that you rarely have to do anything to help me, but you have to "pressure" me into things i dont want. i have no problem saying no, but these people say "you REALLY should consider, are you SURE you dont want to?" even after i say no. bunch of disgusting vultures. shit like that makes me want to rape your mother (or at least take her out to a nice dinner and never call her again)

and on to my favorite, credit cards. i only call my credit card company a couple times a year probably, and it usually is if i forgot to make my payment on time, and im asking them to waive the fee. either way it isnt very often...without fail, however, i always get solicited to purchase multiple services with them that are free for a small period before they start gauging you. credit card companies are smart as hell...they get away with usurious loans AND they screw up people's lives at the same time! brilliant! of course they figured the more money you have, the more money you can make...so they tack on all these stupid services that no one needs.
just what i wanted- to be begged to spend more money after i waited 10 minutes to talk to you. leave me alone, and i promise i wont firebomb your building

used care salesmen; the whole lot. like door to door magazine subscriptions. like women soliciting marriage.
how do these people live with themselves? don't they realize they're the lowest of low on the chain of low? how can it be rewarding to be so intrusive and irritating? have you no self awareness whatsoever?
i hate getting harassed. if im interested in anything you've got, i'll let you know-- trust me.
im well aware that you've got worthless over-priced services. we're all aware. clearly nobody wants them -- that's why you're being told to push them so hard -- if anyone wanted that shit they'd be knocking on YOUR door, dipshit.