Livin' on the...

I've noticed lately that I spend my life under the following dichotomy:

Internally, I feel like I am way ahead of the cutting edge. My ideas, art, mind, drive and motivation is edgy, progressive and different
Externally, it always seems that I'm a bit behind the curve. I've been 5 minutes late to most of the major events of my life.

Spending so much time straddling the edge of life, I fear falling and bruising the berries.

Lineage

I wonder if the source of my parental conflict growing up was being the oldest child of a middle child.

Loves

Nacho Night.

Dear Friends

Please don't be unhappy.
Know that there are people that care about you and wish for you to be well.
Silence does not mean that I am uncaring or oblivious. Rather it represents my intimidation and a crippling fear of crossing boundaries.
I have an unending amount of desire to be the support that you need, but life prevents that. I hope you understand.
I wish to be the resource for advice.
I need to be the one you trust.
When given the chance, I promise to be strong, to help, to give you everything I have.
You will make it.
We will make it.
In the end of it all, we will stand strong with pride and the knowledge that we fought like hell and made more of life than was expected.
You are so important to me. Please find the answers to your questions.

Oh no!

No breakfast+2 lunch margaritas=sleepy me and getting nothing done all afternoon and a raging headache.

gotta get a new vice

What is wrong with people?

Why am I the only person that is right?
There are so many people in the world that are so obviously incorrect about nearly everything.
When I go out into public, all that I know for certain is that people around me are making mistakes left and right.
When I stay in, mistakes are made.
My opinion is the only one that matters, all others can be dismissed. Be gone.
There's no way that anybody can be nearly as right as me.
I read things. I watch things. I fabricate my opinions from a conglomeration of sources, none of which need to be fact-checked. I proclaim my opinion as fact and fall back on logical fallacies when I am challenged.
I am shallow, obvious, insincere, backstabbing, stunted, arrogant.

And I am the only person that is right.

Punctuation Storm

OK people, it's not that hard.
Adding an S to the end of a word does NOT NOT NOT automatically mean you add an apostrophe to the word also.

It makes me physically ill to see these little buggers misused. I can't patronize a business that has bad apostrophication on any printed material, online presence or signage. And I've been known to go rogue vandal on blatant misuse. Now you know the real reason I carry around a Sharpie™. Perhaps I could start packing around a bottle of Wite-Out™.


The three purposes of a Fapostrophe:

1. to form possessives of nouns
2. to show the omission of letters
3. to indicate certain plurals of lowercase letters (this is more typographical than grammatical, and rarely used)
   

Notice it doesn't say "to add an S to any damn word you want."

Possessives: John's t-shirt. Katherine's breakfast. Waldorf's salad. Richard's car.
Think of it this way: "Whose (not who's) car?"
Ommision of letters: does not = don't. can not = can't. 1969 = '69

My own grammatical sin is to use an apostrophe rather than a quotation mark. So shoot me-I'm not afraid of dying.... Oh yeah- I like to use every punctuation mark known to man (and woman) at least once per paragraph! And I make up words. Can you even believe the nerve? At least I don't see an S and immediately tack on a highly placed comma.

It's (<--- see how correct I am?) really simple.
That reminds me:
It's and its are different.
Your, You're. know the difference?
There, Their, They're. Still with me?

Jiminy Christmas. It really is difficult to communicate with people that do not even comprehend the most basic elements of the language they purport to speak.



What can I say to that? What the hell is a PK? And don't you think that "Emo's" have enough to worry about?
At least they got Loud Mouth Women, Effeminate Men and High Fullutent Sophisticated Swine right.

Filterless

A new year, a new take on the blog.
I am going to make this an accurate picture of the stuff that passes through my mind.
This post should serve as a warning, I am going to certainly say things that some people are sure to find offensive.  If you are in this category of readers, please stop, walk away and go to a place that makes you happy.

You've asked me to stop holding back, let's see how long you all can last.

-P