Random Thoughts

Boy, I love going on to my Facebook newsfeed and being bombarded with people's shared picture posts. I don't care if you love your parents. I don't care if you love your child. I don't care if you want to punch stupid people in the face. I don't care if you think this nation needs to return to one nation under God. JFC I JUST DON'T CARE. No one cares!

Yesterday must have been queen bee Monica's brat's birthday party. And naturally a lot of the girls from work were invited, including my FWA and her friend. It's almost cute how much they kiss Monica's ass and she did nothing but bad-mouth them all of the time (and probably still does).

Actually no, it's just pathetic.

I watched FYI last night when I was getting ready for bed (Food Factory was on) and when I put my TV on this morning, it was still tuned to FYI and I think that show Arranged was on. I've never watched, but I've seen enough commercials for it to know that I want to kick that Christian guy repeatedly in the nads with a pair of steel-toed boots (hopefully until he can no longer reproduce). One of the arranged people, a blonde chick, seemed to be having problems with her future mother-in-law. And as soon as the MIL opened her mouth, I could see why. Apparently this woman feels men and women aren't equal and she doesn't feel that a woman should ever be president and a woman should not a do a man's job and women should cook and clean and men should fix and build things. You know what? If you feel women are that inferior to men, then take your old outdated ass to a Middle Eastern country where they feel the same way about women, you stupid cow.

And speaking of ass backwards thinking, I'm glad the Superior Court ruled in favor of gay marriage on Friday. Seethe, homophobes, SEETHE.

And screw you, Bristol Palin, for raking in hundreds of thousands of dollars preaching abstinence to people and not partaking in it yourself. You're a slap in the face to people who truly do practice abstinence, whether intentionally or unintentionally. FUCK YOU. And fuck Candie's.

Man, I hate Sundays with a passion. Especially when you have to celebrate Father's Day a week later and your daddy dearest is being his typical daddy dearest self.