Welcome! This is Didodi. I have set up this page to talk to you. Maybe share some of the things that run through my mind. It shouldn't be much. I'm very random. I hate repeating myself but I do it all the time. I also hate being broke but I'm fuckin' tapped out, for real. Like most people I walk past everyday, I am fuckin' broke. I'm also tired of working. I'm not tired of making money, just tired of working. When I speak about work I think of getting up everyday and devoting my lifetime to some prick who couldn't care less if I sink or swim. All they give a shit about is keeping their numbers up.
Oh my God! Doesn't it drive you insane to be sitting in a library and some chick just starts talking really loud for absolutely no reason? That's what I'm dealing with. You know what pisses me off more than that? When people start whispering in the library! Jesus! Shut. The Fuck. Up! Both of you! Please! With one person you have to hear details that you don't give a shit about and with the other person all you here are the Ss! You start to realize how much we use the S sound in our language and it can seriously start to hurt. In 2014, for humans to still be relying on verbal communication to get a point across it goes to show just how pathetic the race is. We should have well been on to telepathy by now or at least communication through math problems. That would make dealing with women a lot safer for all parties. Forget all the guessing games. That shit is bullshit. Talk to these women with math and eliminate three quarters of bullshit very easily. But, maybe I am wrong. Maybe women already do speak in math. I'm quite sure if I was sitting somewhere counting out hundreds I would have their complete attention. But since I'm not I guess I'm a loser.
Being a loser isn't fun but whatever. I don't feel like I'm alone because most men I know are just like me. And I don't say that because I dropped out of college like most of us do. Hell- to be honest, you keep hearing that women are doing way better than men in college today all the time. That could be because men already get the fact that college is a joke.
Sarcasm is a man thing, so, it takes all the other groups a bit longer. I don't know how many groups there are and I don't care. When I was growing up there were two genders, men and women. Now, since confusion is big business, people actually have to take a gender classes. What the fuck? How sick is that? I would hate to be a child in this age. Yeah, they get a shitload of awesome hi-tech gadgetry, but look at all the silly shit they have to put up with! People are ashamed to simply live in the body they were born with. And other people have found it commonplace to talk these people into having operations and fucking up their bodies in order to feel more comfortable as another sex. I can't even say the opposite sex because as of the 2000s there are now more than two. So, I'll just say another sex. What next? Will people swear they aren't supposed to be from Earth because they are always ALIENated, so, everyone jumps in their corner to support their operation to make them look like a Martian? What the fuck do Martians look like? And I have to use a capital M because I don't want to offend anybody. Kind of like Christmas these days. You can't say Merry Christmas because it may offend people who weren't born here that celebrated something completely different on December 25th in whatever country they're from. That's like someone coming to my house and then telling me to put my porn DVD boxes out of site because it offends them. That's when they need to see the door. Nobody likes that PC shit and nobody is down with it. If you notice, like they say, shit rolls downhill, and the people who are always telling us how to act and behave are these punkass managers of whatever company you want to name, or a lame ass teacher who has been commanded to completely destroy your child's tiny little stupid brain. Everyone is being lead to the slaughter house and they don't give a fuck. Let 'em go. I have blogging to do and I am going to be touching more on some the points I made in this log.
Well, this is blog entry one. If you like it, cool. Add me to your list of online complainers and hopefully before too long I will rank number one.
Let's all be nice to each other even if we don't celebrate Christmas or any Christmas-like holidays anytime throughout the year.
I'll see ya soon!
-Didodi
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