Douchebaggery Abounds
So, last night was interesting…
Douchebag #1 – Cryssy and I were having a great evening online together listening to music and talking when this douchebag -for lack of a better word – IM’s her. Some photographer that thinks he has more talent than brains. Lucky for the world this isn’t true.
It pissed me off when people pass themselves off as God’s gift to anything and it hurts me when it hurts the ones I love. I kept trying to tell myself that Cryssy’s an adult and she can fight her own battles, but i can help it. It’s the protective nature in me that wanted to rip off his head and shit down his neck. Who the hell does he this he is to pass judgedment on someone he doesn’t even know?
A word for the ‘Shop Whore in the corner with the camera: stick to someone like me who has no clue what there doing with a camera because Cryssy Meehan is way out of your league.
Douchebag #2 – When a sign on the door says you open at 6am, I expect you establishment to be open for business at the aforementioned time. If you don’t want to get you lazy ass out of bed that early then change your sign. Don’t inconvenience others just because you don’t want to do what you’ve promised to do. People don’t have all day to wait around and do laundry just because you’re in a mood. Join the real world!
The one bright beacon in this otherwise shitty weekend is the fact that I have approximately 12 more days until I can hold her in my arms once more – except that this time I’m not letting her go.
(Note to self: Don’t type any more blog entries on the Touch. Cramping = bad.)
Well, as I come to a close on another rivetting blog entry let me just close by saying that I do not have time for people who have nothing better to do than act like an asshole to those around them. I simply don’t have time – so sell douchebaggery elsewhere, ’cause were all stocked up here.

