I’m a little drained and just going through one of those completely unmotivated phases. I’ll think “hey, I ought to blog about that,” but I stop before slapping together a piddly three paragraphs of “LiLo a LOLA? LOLWHUT?” (Though now that I have a title for that blog post, maybe I will write it!)

Yeah. So I’ve been spending my time playing around with Perler fuse beads, rearranging my apartment, and dispensing my wit and humor around the tubes. Oh, and doing a bunch of navel gazing. We can’t forget about the navel gazing.

For a really long time during horrendous breakups, as in breakups from horrible relationships where the aftermath was almost bad enough to wish it never happened, I’d get pretty pissed about friend fallout. It holds true even if it’s a platonic or friend “breakup.” I thought I’d have more to babble about this, but I’m going to leave it in the ever capable hands of “Harriet J.” from fugitivus.net. (And yeah, I know that I now run the risk of her getting her blog trolled. Full disclosure: I generally agree with everything she’s said, specifically on abuse, leaving abusive friend/relationships. If you feel compelled to comment to her, don’t act like a douchebag.)

Anyway. This is important shit. Read it. Emphasis throughout is mine, not hers:

I want to tell the full story of what propelled me to start this blog in the first place.

After I left Flint, I had to deal with friend fallout. Everybody does after a break-up, no matter how good or bad the break-up was. It’s crap no matter what, but there’s this narrative that you can avoid most of the bullshit just by acting with dignity: don’t talk heinous inappropriate shit about your ex, don’t “force” your friends to choose, and just generally move on with grace. That all sounds reasonable enough, if what you had was a reasonable relationship and a reasonable break-up. If what you had was years of abuse and a rape to top it off, doing something reasonable like seeking out crucial emotional support from friends is seen as talking heinous shit, forcing them to choose, and refusing to move on – which also makes it easy for your friends to dismiss you as a vengeful lying bitch, fucking up their ethics. All your rapist has to do is cry a little and say, “I really hope the best for her, she’s a great person,” and suddenly he’s this awesome guy that you, the rape victim, should really shut the fuck up about.

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How I did it was ugly. I used a lot of kinda sort maybe could you I guess the thing is not that I’ saying you would and I don’t really care but what I mean is you know? I had almost no skills in standing up for myself, and didn’t really feel like developing them during an argument about whether or not I was really raped, and if so, whether or not I ought to just shut the fuck up about it already. I was determined to be some dignified picture of you-can’t-tell-I’m-a-rape-victim-because-I’m-so-strong, hoping this would gain me some kind of foothold against Flint.

I mean, I had no interest in playing little power games by trying to steal all our mutual friends away, but Flint did. Fighting back by not fighting sounded like the noble way, but it also sounded and felt a lot like abuse.

More located here. A lot of her posts have resonated with me since I started reading her blog about a month ago, and finding it gave me one of those “ILU INTERTUBES, LET’S NEVER BE APART EVER AGAIN!” moments.

1. Wah, my job sucks.
2. Wah, where I live sucks.
3. Yippee! I’m drunk!
4. Passive-aggressive bullshit in AOL textspeak, usually about how “ppl open their mouths and look like asses.”
5. And, my favorite: bemoaning the lack of a man in her life.

When all you show is a negative, unhappy person on a public forum, I can’t imagine why you’re having difficulties getting into and maintaining a healthy, long-term romantic relationship.  Can’t imagine why at all.

From 06-08, most of my friendships have been with people significantly younger than me (anywhere from 10 years to about 6); including my current relationship, the last three romantic relationships I’ve had where 6, 10, and 6 years younger than me (respectively).  In spite of this, I don’t think I’ve seen anywhere near as much negativity pouring out of the internets as from this one woman.

No exaggeration.

Let’s not forget that in my last major social circle, there was an intense amount of drama (which, unfortunately, still rears its ugly head every now and again two years after the fact).  These kids are STILL COLLECTIVELY LESS NEGATIVE than this woman.  (And generally speaking, any negativity would have been far more justifiable from them.  Given how little I defend any of those folks, this should tell you something.)

Why did I add the girl back?  Curiosity, lulz, a smidge of pity, but mainly the fact that I just don’t care that much about Facebook.  Okay, so mainly lulz and not caring about Facebook.  I didn’t realize how far she felt the need to embody the term “Negative Nancy.”

Dude, I am NOT an optimist by any means, but when everything pouring the fuck out of you is nothing but goddamn negative bullshit that makes me want to scream “JESUS CHRIST, THE GLASS IS HALF FUCKING FULL,” then you know you’re probably a bit on the downer side.  I finally had to drop her because I hit my limit and commented on a paranoid, suburban white woman status all about crime in our hometown.

I dropped some real talk.  Most of my real talk included correcting an idiot about national drug statistics, as well as crime stats for Deptford, pointing out the fact that regardless of the town, you will always have isolated incidences of violent crime.  It’s just the way it goes, dude.  I then commented that for all the griping about crime and dealing with homeless people (on other statuses), it’s pretty stupid to say things like “I want to move to Philly!”

I got flooded with responses – none of which I read, because I’ve been online long enough to know that it’s just a slew of paranoid butthurt.  I said what I needed to say and that was it.  I was done and we’re all good here.  Shockingly, I was treated to a passive-aggressive status of nonsense calling me “stupid,” labeling me an “idiot,” and basically a bunch of “I AM HOSTILE TO FACTS” AOL textspeak.

Yo, I’m 31 years old.  I’m at the point in my life where I’ll add friends I lost touch with, acquaintances, and even people I didn’t know well to my account.  For those reasons, Facebook (and other soc nets) are a great tool.  But, you know, I don’t really need to even have online contact with fellow 30-somethings who respond to criticism like this.  The awesome thing about internet social interactions is that you have the easy ability to cut out people who make you feel like crap.  While the internet is a useful tool, it still should be one that brings ease to your life, not headaches.

I guess I ought to just be happy that I didn’t invite her out for a drink when I’m bored one night.  That could have been an awkward evening.

(Related anecdote!  One time, in 8th grade, I wound up walking past her in the hallway.  I think she may have shoved past me or given me a dirty look or some shit.  I called her a “bitch” under my breath.  She ran home after school and cried to her mommy, who then called my mom.  I heard my mom say “Ummmm, I don’t know. I’ll ask her and talk to her.”  Mom hung up, looked at me and said “Yeah, that was A.B.  Did you call J ‘a bitch’?”  I lied and said “no.”  [Sorry Mom!]  My mom snorted, told me that I should have called her a bitch, and then asked why the hell she got a phone call over it.  17/18 years later, and I still lol like crazy over that.)

As I mentioned in a Facebook status earlier today, I am so sick of seeing bell hooks’ and Sookie Stambler’s comments regarding limelight seeking activists play out.* I’m really just over it. I am sick to death of seeing people get manipulated by this power hungry bullshit. (Oh, how I feel like I should be drawing some sort of parallel to government.) I am sick to death of seeing women’s choices, especially ones that impact no one but her and her alone, getting nitpicked. I am sick to death of seeing backbiting, stereotypical bullshit play out between other women. I am sick to death of seeing a woman’s choice to go vegan automatically related to her looks. I am sick to death of mainstream political bullshit, of deliberate deceptions, and of just keeping my mouth shut about all this fucking shit. I am sick to death of people attempting to rule with fear and expecting others around them to kiss the fuckin’ ring, man.

Basically, I am just sick of all this negative bullshit.

I guess I should be happy that it’s spring and I’ve got the beginnings of an herb garden on my balcony. And awesome hair, of course. And a quiet apartment in the suburbs. And still unused gift cards from Christmas. And my birthday! And Libertarian Boyfriend. He’s pretty cool.

Okay, okay, so I guess I’ve got things to not rile me up (or the vodka is starting to kick in right about now), but it’s still infuriating. I mean, I get it, some people just suck. Unfortunately, they are the ones who go into politics.

* Movement women have always been turned off by the media’s necessity to create celebrities and superstars. This goes against our basic philosophy. We cannot relate to women in our ranks towering over us with prestige and fame. – Stambler, quoted by hooks; Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center, pg. 7
As more and more women acquired prestige, fame, or money from feminist writings or from gains from feminist movement for equality in the work force, individual opportunism undermined appeals for collective struggle. Women who were not opposed to patriarchy, capitalism, classism, or racism labeled themselves “feminist.” hooks; ibid

As I have mentioned on my blog previously (see here), I was a victim of backstabbing by a college arm of the Democratic Party.  I don’t know the exact reasons, but judging from the little bit I do know, I have always felt that I was targeted for my refusal to blindly submit to the party.  For God’s sake, as far as Dems go, I’m Team Kucinich all the way.  (Btdubs, the only way I’d vote for Ron Paul is if it were a Kucinich-Paul [or, sigh, even Paul-Kucinich] ticket.)

I have never really meshed up with the Democrats on a lot of issues.  I could enumerate them at length here, but if you’ve been reading my blog, then you’re really well aware of my political beliefs.  (Although perhaps I should post an “in a nutshell” list.  Maybe another day.)  Given that I held a position that was a clusterfuck, did a great deal of work, cleaning up messes, and putting out fires for the president of the organization, and also doubled to tripled membership, I thought I was a shoe-in for the position of president.  As it turned out, there was a drawn out, concerted effort to oust me and destroy any of my credibility whatsoever within that group.  The position went to another woman (one whose political positions and opinions were not terribly well known before she was handed the position) and I essentially washed my hands of the organization.

For the past year and a half, I’ve just always dismissed that incident as something that one particularly scummy friend and several scummy acquaintances had cooked up together; I always chalked up to a one-time thing, and used it as a learning opportunity to realize that I wasn’t cut out for major party politics.  Politically, I began to map out my own path, really think about how I felt on various issues, read more, etc., before deciding to slap on some Docs and let loose with some feminist rage within the Libertarian Party.

However, this all changed within the past few days.  A friend of mine (whom I’ve referenced before) was running the LGBT group on campus.  He, for a lot of reasons, recently broke with the DNC.  His reasons for this break are irrelevant.  He remained a dedicated LGBT activist; as a gay man, it’s not shocking that he would still be active in the community and in its activism circles.  The problem is that he was beginning to criticize the God-King’s Administration.

I think we see where this is going.

The problem with the major party system is that there is such a huge fear that someone who has rejected it might actually make some headway.  No, scratch that.  Democrats in my state (Pennsylvania) worked to keep Carl Romanelli (Green) off the ballot during the 2006 Senatorial race.  (Mr. Romanelli was later fined $80,000 to reimburse Democrats who had challenged petitions. Or, if you’re third party, you know the real reason he was fined: because he had the fucking audacity to run for public office.  What an asshole!)  They claimed he would siphon votes from Bob Casey Jr. and would be a huge threat to the Democratic Party ticket.  Given that third party candidates rarely, if ever, get enough of the vote to actually make a difference in an election (and there has been speculation as to whether third party voters would even bother voting in elections that were limited to only Democratic and Republican candidates), it seems to me that there is one logical conclusion.

Really?  Do I need to spell it out for you?

Okay, fine: the obvious conclusion is that major parties simply want to throw anyone off the ballot as a means of asserting their own power and maintaining the status quo.

Now, I’m guessing you can probably see the connections here between state and national level politics, and the political bullshit that goes on in a student group at a third rate state university.  These various individuals who want to make their big splash in politics after they complete their worthless Political Science degrees look at college not only as a place where many of us learned to take wicked bong rips, or do kegstands, or the miracle of Plan B, but also as their first introduction to making alliances, building your following, and squashing dissidence the first time it rears its ugly head.

And you wonder why libertarians hate the system and hate the state so much.  Neither of the major parties care about your rights or your freedoms, and if you can’t see that, the you probably wonder why libertarians are such confrontational assholes.  If given the choice, I’d much rather be the confrontational asshole who tries to promote an alternate perspective over allowing former friends and “colleagues” the ability to use non-partisan organizations as thinly veiled shills for major party politics.

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Man, oh man, have I got something to say!

In my head, I see several connections between support systems, politics and a diseased social circle.  Another theme that keeps popping up is that the support systems, politics, and unhealthy social circles work together and reflect a microcosm of society; this is especially true in light of my new-found libertarianism and my old school feminism.  Personally, my biggest concern is the negative impact that a non-existent support system can have on people within the social circle and the implications it has for community building.  When your political circle and social circle are essentially one and the same, what happens when there is a lack of adequate support in either of them?  What are the implications in general, and does this stunt individual growth or growth of the group?

I know, I know.  I’ve probably bitten off a lot more than I can chew and these intertwined issues must be unpacked over the course of several posts so I don’t risk venturing into tl;dr territory.

As I’ve mentioned in the past, a large problem I have with my former social group is that issues are never actually resolved.  For example, my female (ex) roommate gave me a ton of problems during my move-out, including writing “self-respect” on one of my boxes (or at least condoning this act), lying to Libertarian Boyfriend and me, and just generally attempting to make my life miserable.  My last (indirect) contact with her was in late April; prior to that, I hadn’t directly contacted her in any way since late February.  About two months later (in June), I was tabling at Philly Pride with the Philly LP party; I ran into quite a few people I knew there, including a small group that included her.  She came up, said “hi.”  I ignored her.  She said “hi” again and followed with a “DRUNKENATHEIST I SAID HI!”  I responded with a very brusque “hello” because I felt I had made it pretty clear that I was ignoring her.  She stormed off and I can guarantee that she announced to our mutual friends that she “tried” to make things right with me again.  (For the purposes of full disclosure: no, I don’t know if she had intended to work things out if I had been more cordial towards here.  I’m simply judging from her lack of followup and my hunch that history is simply repeating itself here.)

For comparative purposes, let’s look at a separate example.  I had a falling out with another friend right about a year ago; to make a long story short, out of nowhere, this friend began to distance himself from me and he and his boyfriend were trashing me with biased info from my ex-girlfriend.  Given that we had sat down and had discussions about similar issues, I publicly disclosed some personal info on a now-defunct college gossip website.  It was shitty.  I never claimed that it was a nice thing to do and I always knew that my action would effectively end my friendships with the couple.  Earlier this year, in the interest of just making peace and moving on, I sent out a long, well-written, well-thought out apology to the former friend.  I’ve never received a response from him.

I would be confused if these scenarios hadn’t played out many times within this social circle.  The first scenario is often viewed as a perfectly acceptable way of working out your differences, but the second is seemingly viewed as “stirring up old drama.”  Once I sat down and really looked at all the interwoven issues within the group and – again – the bigger implications for community and political building, everything made complete sense.

Starting with the first example, the problem isn’t that Former Roommate (FR) spoke to me.  My problem lies with the idea that our falling out – which was caused by an all-around shitty situation – is supposed to be swept under the rug because she acknowledged me.  I understand that FR may have been acting on an impulse when she approached me, and although I’ll bet a lot of money that she didn’t think the whole thing through, it’s still indicative of a much larger issue.  Likewise, if the former friend in the second example didn’t want to accept my apology, that’s fine; if he had given me a “fuck off,” that would be one thing.  Though many people would have supported him in giving me that response, it’s interesting that he would choose silence.  In all fairness, he could very well have filtered my email address to his trash a long time ago.  I haven’t tossed out that possibility; once again, though, judging from this greater group’s history, it’s highly unlikely that my email was filtered.

Regardless, speculating about the theories and possibilities behind their individual behaviors isn’t the point; really, even if I could tell you what exactly was going through their heads, it wouldn’t change much anyway.  What I can tell you is that both of these incidences point to one prevalent idea within the group: not rocking the boat is of the utmost importance (with some exceptions, of course).  I’m the one in the wrong in both situations: in the first, because I dared to not welcome FR with open arms; in the second, because I dared to try to make things right by apologizing months after the fact.  In both situations, my unwillingness to act is if nothing had happened is somehow misinterpreted as a desire to “cause drama.”

I have never been a believer in the “do not make waves” mentality, as I don’t see how it facilitates strong or healthy relationships within any social or political circle.  I’m also not comfortable with the dynamic it establishes, wherein conformity is more highly valued than individual thoughts, ideas, or opinions; it isn’t that far of a leap to start viewing a difference of opinion as a threat to the relative peace within the social circle, which is an attitude I have experienced firsthand.  Furthermore, there is an implication that those not subscribing to the thoughts, ideas, opinions, or values of the majority should be penalized.  The result is that any dissent is automatically stifled and the dissenter(s) think before speaking hir mind in the future.

This mentality is dangerous and problematic on both the individual (micro) and societal (macro) levels.  From my vantage point, this resistance to alternative perspectives is more than just an issue of someone feeling slighted.  It has some pretty damaging results on the individuals it is imposed upon; hell, much of what I’ve been talking about here is – literally – cult-like.  From first hand experience, it’s difficult to segue back into any sort of supportive social or political circle when your former social and political circles weren’t very supportive.

It works to destroy any possibility of forming a support system within local communities, let alone forming a healthy, strong-knit community of any sort.  By “healthy” and “strong-knit,” I am referring to ones where differences can be heard and ideas can be challenged; these are the ways our communities become stronger and our activism becomes more meaningful.  Such a heavy emphasis on conformity prohibits most – if not all – growth in general, let alone in our political ideas.  If we really want to hope for any sort of change, then we need to see this growth and nuance reflected in our discussions; that only comes from listening to and exposing ourselves to real life problems, different solutions to our problems, and different perspectives.  Otherwise, we’re only breeding intellectual bonsai trees. What – individual or societal – good comes from intentionally stunting our growth?

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1. I was trying to be tactful in this post, which is why I didn’t disclose the employee’s name or describe her.  I should also mention that her employment was relevant because, in the original conversation, she was acting as a representative for her employer.
2. I tied together the photo and the conversation because it was relevant and I thought it was funny/ironic given this conversation.
3. Within a day of my post, I received an onslaught of idiotic, harassing comments until about 2:30 in the morning.
4. Around 2ish, Libertarian Boyfriend and I took a walk to pick up some things from a nearby store; on that walk, we went down the employee’s street – it’s a large, main street – and noticed that all of the lights were on at her building.
5. When we returned home, I noticed this interesting little piece of info.  What’s that?  Oh, it’s the list of referrer links to my website; in other words, people click on them to get to my site.  The highlighted link?  Oh, it’s the employee’s facebook profile.
6. Conclusion: someone, in their quest to cause drama, linked her to my website and she – as well as her two roommates – are the most likely culprits.  Occam’s razor, baby!

I know, I know, this series of bullet points could very well be coincidental. All I’m saying is if Scott Peterson can be convicted and be sentenced to the death penalty for murdering his wife because he added some porno to his digital cable, sold her car, and had a mistress, then this case of the wacky blog harassment is solved in the Court of Drunkenatheist.

Of course, the worst part is that the employee is doing far more damage to both her and East Passyunk Ave Business Improvement District’s reputations than any blog post of mine could ever do.

On a related note, this is the bullshit I was talking about when I made the post about women tearing one another down.  The fact that the three people involved in this – the employee and her two roommates – are big time Democrats makes the comments about the poor and the ridiculous weight cracks even more disgusting.  Just because you worked for the Obama campaign, it doesn’t make this shit acceptable.  It doesn’t buy you some kind of liberal cred where hating other women or hating the poor is in any way appropriate.

I can already anticipate the nonsense that will be thrown at me for this post.  Namely, that I can’t “get over” things (despite the fact that I didn’t start shit) or that I’m crazy (because refreshing my blog entries around 40 times each is sane) or that I’m fat or ugly (which are both hilariously misogynist and – even if they were true – would have fuck all to do with the discussion).  You guys keep doing that, because every time you do it, I’m validated.  Every single time, I know that I made the right decision.  Parties or not, I would rather gnaw off my right arm than be around such parasitic assholes.

Why not just stop while you think you’re ahead?

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…and not with my female ex-roommate’s maturity.

The irony being – of course – that this ex-roommate broke up with her first girlfriend and began initiating her relationship with that exes cousin within a few hours of their breakup.  Then, after she and the cousin – predictably – broke up, she moved onto one of the cousin’s best friends.  I’m going to assume that this was also within a few hours.

No, that’s not some serial killer shit or anything.

Really though, what should you expect from people who work things out by having a falling out, ignoring one another for several months, and then sweeping everything under the rug?  It’s funny, because after reading through about 8 gajillion old posts I’ve made (between Livejournal, Blogger, and WordPress), I’ve noticed a pattern where I have a hell of a time picking friends.  Two themes, however, keep rearing their little heads:

1. The people in question causing more drama then they’re worth
2. The people in question have an inability to work things out with one another

I don’t think there is anything commendable about allowing people to walk all over you, treat you like shit, and then working out your issues with one another via a Facebook friend request.  This is doubly true if there is constantly some big drama between everyone a mere week or two prior to “working things out.”

In a similar vein, there is nothing shitty or bitchy or lacking in self-respect about demanding – much less expecting – an apology for certain behaviors.  There’s even less that is shitty or bitchy or lacking in self-respect about telling someone who has treat you in a shitty manner to fuck right off.  I give a lot of chances for people to redeem themselves, and that’s probably what’s done me in the most over the years.  After reading through, deleting, editing, and organizing several thousand posts from my old Livejournal and blogger accounts, these are the biggest themes I keep seeing.

The craziest thing is that – with some exceptions – I don’t even necessarily think many of the people I’ve encountered are doing it maliciously.  In most cases, I think they’re just not intelligent enough to see how inherently fucked their social interactions are.  Simply put: they’re children and they lack the understanding necessary to realize why they can’t function in society.

What does sadden me, however, is the fact that a lot of this shit has been perpetuated by women I know.  By women who are “feminists.”  Really?  How feminist is it to encourage bullshit competition between your fellow sisters?  How feminist is it to giggle about the back biting, shit talking, gossipy bullshit that hurts all women? Shit, man, it’s 2009.  I thought that sisterhood was supposed to mean something in our interactions with one another.  I thought we weren’t supposed to do this shit anymore.

I’m the first to admit that I am not perfect or that I have acted in a 100% truly supportive manner, but the way some would tell it, my more recent political shift (which aren’t mutually exclusive from feminism) somehow makes me a latent misogynist.  When, fuck, I’m one of the few that has tried to make a supportive environment for those who need it.  There is nothing unreasonable, fucked up, or shitty about wanting to engage in an honest dialogue with others, which means that we won’t always agree on shit.

I know it seems to be the consensus that the only productive discussion is one in which everyone agrees with you, but there is a distinct difference between respectful disagreement and nasty little digs accusing others of having their self-respect packed away in a box.  The photo that began this post may seem like it’s dredging up “ancient history” (read: shit that everyone wants to sweep under the rug), but the reality is that it’s symbolic of so much shit from the past two years.  It is far more telling than any amount of poorly executed trolling could ever be, and the reactions to it are also far more telling than the reactions to any amount of poorly executed trolling.

And although none of us want to believe that we are in the wrong – especially when it seems that our misguided stubbornness is the one of the few things we really have left – I find it very hard to believe that it’s all my fault.  The answer is more complicated and nuanced then “Drunkenatheist is a mean cunt,” and I think that it’s important to keep that in mind.

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PS- Happy 200th post to me!

I mean, I guess I could rant about how Obama needs to accept that he received the country is such crap condition that he could very well be a one term president, so he should act accordingly (hai “PBA” ban!); I could also complain about how Ron Paul is anti-big federal government except when it comes to abortion (cause that’s just ooky); I could go into a long, extended rant about no matter how much Libertarian Boyfriend and I see eye to eye, our class backgrounds will prevent us from agreeing on economic issues; I could rant about how I just sat in (what feels like) spray adhesive; I could rant about how much class matters and how entitled white brats make me want to slam their heads into something over. and over. and over again; I could weigh in on the whole Meghan McCain/Laura Ingraham debate (for the record: never thought I’d love a republican as much as I’m lovin’ Meghan McCain); I could post about any of the wonderful things I love about Libertarian Boyfriend; I could freak out about the economy; I could talk about silly things like ethics; I could make a list of 100 facts about me; I could go into an extended rant about what exactly “shooting oneself in the foot” means; I could talk at length about how I shop like a dude and how I don’t want to hear small talk, I just want to get in and out with my purchases and be about my merry way; I could bitch about how my being blunt is perceived to be harsh and mean; I could complain about how I miss a few certain individuals who I haven’t seen in awhile, but our schedules make it a bit prohibitive to hang out regularly; I could post a thinly veiled, passive-aggressive little rant directed at those whose stupidity makes me want to put my hands around their throats and squeeze until their eyes bulge out (and if you think that’s serious, you’ve obviously never seen my weak little grip use a garlic press); I could talk about Libertarian Boyfriend and my theories on child rearing; I could talk about what a surreal experience it is to realize you’re going to be 30 in less than a month; I could bitch and complain and throw an e-tantrum about how everyone is a hypocrite and how much that realization blows donkey balls; or I could put up a string of videos to keep you all ever so entertained.

But honestly? I’m so fucking emotionally and physically drained right now that none of that shit is happening. (Well, with the exception of a possible list of 100 facts. That might entertain me enough to write it up. Oh, and the “I think I sat in spray adhesive” thing. Cause seriously? My ass is now gummy. WTF?) I think I should possibly make an attempt to write about some of these subjects, especially given that I’ve had a few of them bouncing around my head for awhile – namely anything involving class disconnect.

So, instead, have some Mickey Avalon. Because that’s happy times.