And Now..
Some crappy blog poetry:
I feel you hate me
And my feelings...
blah blah blah
I can't do it. I'm a guy so I don't care about feelings or much else that doesn't explode. On the off chance I watch TV, it's on the History channel or the news. Normally, I'm pretty easy going. The reason for this rant is because at work we can watch TV, and my coworker likes OC or whatever that crap is. I feel my I.Q. and my sack shrivelling when the theme starts. I'm certain this kind of TV should be stopped as part of the war on terror.
Now, I'm thirty years old, and pretty domesticated, but when this crap starts up I just want something to explode. I don't even watch it. I'm working and on the internet and it angries me.
Not angers. Angries. That's double-bad.
My coworker isn't some wimp either. He works on cars. He says the reason he watches is for the chicks, but everytime he brings this up and I look at the screen, nothing but sausage. A bunch of dudes looking at each other.
We're fighting a War on Terror. Shouldn't we toughen up the younger people instead of filling their head with this whiney tripe.
I realize the show is for teenage girls, but that doesn't make it alright.
Making matters worse, I logged onto Blogexplosion and surfed some blogs and found some of that awful blog poetry.
I've got some firecrackers on my desk so I think I'll go blow something up.
I feel you hate me
And my feelings...
blah blah blah
I can't do it. I'm a guy so I don't care about feelings or much else that doesn't explode. On the off chance I watch TV, it's on the History channel or the news. Normally, I'm pretty easy going. The reason for this rant is because at work we can watch TV, and my coworker likes OC or whatever that crap is. I feel my I.Q. and my sack shrivelling when the theme starts. I'm certain this kind of TV should be stopped as part of the war on terror.
Now, I'm thirty years old, and pretty domesticated, but when this crap starts up I just want something to explode. I don't even watch it. I'm working and on the internet and it angries me.
Not angers. Angries. That's double-bad.
My coworker isn't some wimp either. He works on cars. He says the reason he watches is for the chicks, but everytime he brings this up and I look at the screen, nothing but sausage. A bunch of dudes looking at each other.
We're fighting a War on Terror. Shouldn't we toughen up the younger people instead of filling their head with this whiney tripe.
I realize the show is for teenage girls, but that doesn't make it alright.
Making matters worse, I logged onto Blogexplosion and surfed some blogs and found some of that awful blog poetry.
I've got some firecrackers on my desk so I think I'll go blow something up.
posted by lilgangbang at 5:23:00 PM
2 Comments:
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I know your co-worker...he IS some wimp. Furthermore he is a fuckin' moron. But I suppose that sort of thing is relative. To the point...well said...I agree. Of course this is coming from some douche that used to watch 90210 in syndication, so take it with a grain of salt.
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