Piss Off
Whatever Tomorrow I was going to write another EW post, but things just got in the way. I was going to write a rant but if just fizzled out with the rain. I happen to be reading something I wrote on Google+ and the comments that were made. It is funny to me to read my own writing. Sometimes I don't recognize it, like it was not me that wrote that piece of philosophical bullshit. I sometimes wax poetic about the most esoteric things, and then just let it go, fly away crappy bullshit, I am glad you have found your way. Then someone will take it to heart, and I have to re-read it, because I was certain this time there was nothing in it that was meaningful. I re-read it, and low and behold I have written some more philosophical bullshit. Someone will ask me if I care, do I have feelings at all. Yes, but you don't really know me, and I don't really know you, so let us leave it at, I'm an asshole, and you are just an irritating idiot. In this...