meccahi | Fuck you PMS.... right in the ear

I'm all jumbled in the emotions department today. Skyrocketing from bliss to just sheer depression , mass confusion and self doubt. I'm swinging from feeling like the biggest jackass on the planet to thinking I can take over the world with a flick of my hand. Then back to feeling like I should be on a firing line for being a universal failure.

So forgive my petty indulgences to follow.

Let me just clarify something first. I care for people. I really do. I don't hate the world. But every now and again I have a day where people and their little quirks just DRIVE ME BATTY. It bugs the shit out of me when people perpetuate self deception. Honesty with yourself is the most freeing experience ever. Trust me on this.

Onto petty ranting.

I know how people either hate or love to define themselves by their ethnicity, but I'm sorry, if your Mommy is white, and your Daddy is white with a quarter Native American, this DOES NOT MAKE YOU AN INDIAN. You are like the rest of us, a mixed bag of genes and a long line of horny ancestors that slept with anything they could catch. Stop going around and calling yourself a Native American. Just a pet peeve of mine. If you are 85% white and %15 percent Native American, the Census Bureau is most likely going to plop you in the Whitey category. Tough Noogies.

Ahh me and my picayune annoyances.

Just because you own more than 5 books does not make you an intellectual. Stop the pretense. And stop bragging. It's annoying.
I own hundreds of books, most of which I've read at one point or another in my lifetime. I still don't consider myself an intellectual. I tell people I like to read and leave it at that. They can formulate their own opinion from there on.

If you deliberately dress to gain attention, stop complaining when you get it. Sorry it wasn't the attention you were looking for. Deal with it.

Kissing another girl does not equate having slept with her.
(I'm pretty sure we all have known at some point in our lives that one girl that goes on and on about how she's kissed another girl, and expects the world to be shocked, but is really doing it for attention from the cock-wielders in a near vicinity).

Parroting what you heard on the news, or read in Wikipedia does NOT make you well informed of all facts and specifics. You didn't know about this 5 minutes ago, what makes you an expert now?

Told ya I was cranky.

I am also missing friends and people that have been more than friends, something fierce. Like, horribly painfully missing them. This sucks.

I'm going to try and nap now I think. or something. Maybe play with makeup. Or work on chainmail which is what I should have been doing all day. Surprise!