RIDICULOUSLY ANGRY.

You know how The Bloggess is totally awesome? No? Well, she's my fucking hero, so shame on you, asshole. Anyway, last year she wrote a post about being furiously happy to spite all the horrible things that seem to occur in torrents of shit. This post has a message of perseverance and hope and, if this were sophomore English, it would be courage in the face of racism as well.
However, tonight I've decided to be RIDICULOUSLY ANGRY. Angry people have more fun because we have an excuse to hit people and throw shit around like goddamn monkeys.

Boredom and a Scanner

So guess what's awesome.....THIS

from the guy with the orange pants

It's gettin' hot in herrrrrre...

You know what I've never understood? Why Nelly wears a band-aid on his face. Especially since it's so hot in herre. It's like when you have a band-aid on your foot, and then your foot gets all sweaty, and then the band-aid falls off while you're at a family reunion, and then someone is like, "whose band-aid is this?" and you pretend it isn't yours. Not my chair, not my problem.

Do normal people feel this way? Or is it just me?

I cut my hair very short over the summer. I absolutely love it. However, there is one downfall to having short hair that I became aware of last week. After trying on a sleeveless shirt (it's cooler than it sounds, I promise) that I had purchased from a thrift store, I found myself asking the question: "Does this shirt make me look like a lesbian?" This is something I never had to worry about before, for some reason.
I realize this post is not even minutely funny. And I'm sorry for that. It's just something I noticed and I felt the need to share it with someone.

P.S. I do not look like a lesbian. Probably.
Maybe I'll post a picture of myself at some point as evidence of my heterosexuality.

P.P.S. On second thought, maybe I just won't wear sleeveless shirts...