I Really Hate Everyone.

As I eat this cherry turnover and peruse the ever-annoying "Myspace", I've become quite annoyed. Why do sooo many people on Le Space hate each other one minute and post cute little comments on each other's pages the next? Now, I got on this website to find some people that I knew were on here with no intention of sticking around. Then I got into it and am stuck in like a hole filled with tar. That's all myspace is, a gaping, black, sticky hole. But one thing I DO NOT do is get into verbal comment, sarcasm wars and post caustic little comments on other people's pages that they know the person they are writing about will see. AND to top it all off, I see these people befriend the cretins that post uncouth comments about them in the first place! Then they both act all ass-kissy toward each other and it makes me want to heave black tar vom all over myspace and these people. Fucking get some balls! Don't let people talk shit about you and then fawn all over them the next. It's fucking abominable. Especially people who are manipulative and contriving. Although, yes I do not know the whole story of some of these instances, I can pretty much make an intelligent deduction about what the case may be. It's so frustrating. I really do hate myspace...it makes it like high school all over again. Too bad I am too ostentatious to ever remove my profile.

On a darker note...Ezra has one of his notorious stomach aches, and this one is baaad. Bad like M.J. when he danced around in that parking garage with Eddie Murphy, bad. I think he was poisened by Wendy's. All I can infer is that fast food= stomach problems. Especially fast food with MAYO that was probably old. That's why people should stick with my diet. The only time I feel like shit is when I accidentily eat something with a yucky ingredient in it.

My shopping/Morrissey excursion is on Saturday and I'm bringing 500 dollars to blow on clothes. My closet has been so deprived as of late, it is coughing and crying out for more, more, more. Just like my boy Bill-dog Idol. I have been dying for an Urban Outfitters fix and the vintage stores aren't too shabby either. Whoo Hooo...shopping by myself, then crying alone. The perfect end to a perfect day.

I'm off to go pound the pavement of San Antonio...have a loverly day!