just minishorts.

Darlings, your intelligent insights DO impress me.

SINCE WHEN was BITCHING meant to be 'gratifying', 'astounding', 'amazing', 'awe-inspiring' and 'impressively idolizable'?

You've got to be kidding me.

Bitching has always been something mean and petty. That's why it's called 'bitching'. Now be a good, honest and truthful person and tell me that you've never bitched about anyone in your entire life. Swear to God and I think you'll be sent to heaven just for that.

Heck, if you dick is impressively long enough to come with that 'I'm such a good person I've never said a bad thing about anyone at all' attitude of yours, come in and have a seat, order a mocha maybe (you pay for it yourself please), and I might even consider letting you fuck me for free.

Idiots. Morons and hypocrites. All of you.

And BTW, that includes me. And hey I'm not disclaiming anything. The only thing I'll ever disclaim is the fact that THIS BLOG IS NOT FOR CHILDREN TO READ and I'M DEFINITELY NOT A ROLE-MODEL BLOGGER THAT YOU SHOULD ASPIRE TO BECOME LIKE.

Fuck off.

But I thought that was apparent enough. Well fortunately for many, (like me), the ability to blog-original just shines like a sparkling 10-carat, 66-cut brilliant diamond. With people like us, not only do we excel in the blogosphere, ideally, we also bring forth this talent to the real world, and apply it to our everyday lives, be it at work, at home or even when you talk to your Ma.

That is the talent of being able to string words together, and talk about life, with your very own views, describe what you have seen before, and make a befitting commentary to it, or even, say something funny about it… and maybe, sometimes, twist the original copycat around and parody it into something hilarious.

As for the not-so-fortunate few (whoever said God was fair?), at least they're smart enough to strike where the opportunity arises. Searching high-and-low for inspiring information first supplied by other places, well then, come, let me segregate that information further, and call them Interesting Stuff.

The result, of course, is a melting pot of quite useless junk, but we're still drawn to it anyway.

At least he is earning a living out of it. I wonder if he'll survive elsewhere, or otherwise. Poor thing, I suppose some people have to resort to drastic motions.

I'm grateful that I was born with brains.