crap.
I’m finally feeling the crap I should have a month ago. You know, the loneliness and feeling like shit stuff. I had thought of this coming up, at least a month ago it would have been expected. I certainly did not think I would feel this way now.
But thanks to a dear friend who is so fucking smug, clueless, and knows nothing about the opposite sex… I now feel more worthless than ever. Thanks buddy. Because of you, I may swear off men for at least 6 months. Gold star.
I did, however, manage to be social at least once this weekend. Lara and I went to Earth. I know it was going to be a compilation of a bunch of Planet Earth episodes… and I was right. James Earl Jones narrated this time, which is a nice change from Sigourney seeing that she can’t pronounce “water” without sounding like an 80 year old man. Since it was rated G, however however (I already said it once.. or something), there was no blood, no carnage, no killing of any kind. I believe kids should know that a cheetah is gonna rip an antelope’s jugular form its neck at some point in life. Why not now? By the time they are 6, they are more mature and more accepting of real life situations and therefore, more efficient. Otherwise, he’ll just end up sleeping with his parents until he is 13 and continue to wet the bed when he “has a scary dream.” Christ, expose your kids to this stuff, it’s like national geographic. No one edited that shit in the 80s! And look how we turned out… We’re living evidence that violence and nudity exposed at an early age is totally fine. TOTALLY fine.
