I’m in a really shitty mood, and in an effort to conceal it, I was going to begin the entry with this bullshit synopsis of my personality:

This may come as a surprise to many of you, but in real life, I am not a bitch. I am generally a very polite individual who forgives easily and does not hold grudges for longer than a day. I consider the welfare of others to such a degree that I often forget to consider the welfare of myself. And I don’t pretend to be friends with people; this leaves more time and more love for the friends I genuinely care about.

The only reason this came to mind is because I have spent the last hour browsing through Friendster, forcing myself to read the profiles of faggots from The DC who have annoyed me from the moment I met them at Nation or Cobalt or whatever shithole at which we’re all supposed to congregate. I’m not flaming, I don’t give a fuck about Gucci, I hate New York City, I loathe crystal meth and those who use it, I’m not a drama queen, I don’t pretend to like someone and then tear them to pieces the moment he leaves the room, I don’t base the value of my existence upon my dating status, I don’t call my male friends “girls” or “bitches” or “bois,” I resent the word “twink,” I think sleeveless shirts are thoughtless and immature, I hated when you called me randomly at 1 a.m. just to apologize for nothing in particular (obviously you were high), I hated when you did a bump of tina before driving me home, I hate the way you complain about how much you detest the gay scene and yet you embrace it unabashedly five nights a week, I hate all the stupid preparation that goes into a night during which you wind up getting drunk and fucked up anyway, I hate how you are the only person who doesn't put his age in his Friendster profile, I hate the word "cunt" when addressed to a gay male, I hate it when you are "ironically" racist, I hate when you IM me once a month and still expect me to give a shit about whatever slut you've fallen in love with after three days, and I don’t see the big deal in older (“lecherous”) men who find me attractive.

I’m sorry, but I just needed to get a big “FUCK YOU” off of my chest.

Argh. Sometimes I think the only reason I try to piss specific people off is so that they'll stop trying to be part of my life.