First off, this has nothing to do with the Securities and Exchange Commission, the commission that, created under near-dictator F.D.R., doesn’t even do its job. Oh, and End the Fed.
This is the attempt to cap the ‘alienation’ tag here, getting all the crap out, no matter how ugly, and moving on. It contains text set aside in writing “Saga of Suck.” Hopefully, I’ll never have to use the tag ever again. I cut out the “depression” for…next time.
One more thing: you don’t see me really promoting Movember ’cause it’d be hypocritical, already sporting a ’stache, mental illness, and a need to see that urologist.
Weather forecasts put the latest hurricane at “more intense than Irene,” however weak Irene was, however overblown the coverage was. And the ado showed just how f***ed we are as a nation in panic that when it came to Irene, you’d see the runs on the store shelves in preparation for anything. And by “the runs,” I mean people were stripping nakedContinue reading Frankensocial→
I had two potentially “funny” posts mostly prepared, but screw it. I hate myself, my presence again.
After making another ill-timed comment (and wanted it deleted—not something you can do here), beating myself up over it…
…Being put off for a day in seeing the Golden Shower post at A Clown on Fire (and missing the “meme/spoof” point of Monica Balucci doing that before in an ad), laughing my ass off in nonsense, editing like hell…
…Seeing that Starz movie with Nick Stahl and Olivia Wilde—I forget the name…
…Googling my name, seeing how awful, illegitimate my presence is…
(Do I need the thesaurus for ‘awful’?)
At least I’m saying something that hasn’t been prepared (live). And that probably makes this whole thing a mistake too. Etc. Whatever. I’ve not understood the attention so far—I don’t want more. If you’re not sure if you should be following, go away. A rare sight for that expression at WP….Maybe.
Addendum: the name of the Starz movie is On the Inside.
Honesty has its virtues, but…you’re probably not going to like this. But before I start, I want to say that the last post was humiliating. But necessary. My standards are above me. I’d be glad to invite someone else here.
As the saying goes: in life, alter the world the least. Or something like that.
But I’m a “rebel.” And I pay the price for pointing out to the other children that the “9 with a line over it” is a freakin’ underlined-‘6’ — rotate the card! But the boy in front of me refused to see that. It could of been the other way around.
I was five. Add stature disparities and accidentally walking into an occupied bathroom. It was the time when my “super-conscious” anxiety started.