I'm 38, look 26, from Arizona and stuck in the backwoods of North Carolina. I'm here to have fun, make fun of myself and others, and try lame attempts at being funny. I will post song lyrics once in awhile, for my own amusement...some are mine, some not. I'm not politically correct, and I don't have a lot of patience for those that insist on trying to be, so don't bother.
If you are reading this,you should also know not to take anything that is said or made public on this page too seriously. First of all, what are you doing right now? Other than reading a Fubar page? Are you bettering your life? Are you making a difference? Really. Is there anything around the house that need's doing? A few bills that can be paid? Car washed? Are you feeling guilty yet? Maybe you can turn the tv on, and get some cheap entertainment that way. Maybe a movie, or my personal hatred, a nice sitcom. Or maybe you could make a nice dinner. Some chewy bacon sandwiches. Some mayo. A beer, or maybe a soda. No nutritional value at all. I know, lets go down to the local tavern and stare at all the people glued to their seats, waiting for some one to walk through that door that will knock them off their feet and their booze and change their lives forever. Maybe you can look at some old photographs. Pictures of happier times. Pictures of things that didn't work out. Maybe you can be like somebody we know (knew) and pretend to care about others. Funny how they're not around anymore. There might be laundry to do. You can go up to the lake, look into the water and see your reflection if your eyes are not blinded by ignorance. You could always go out and make a shitload of money, then flaunt it and pretend to be better than all of your peers. That's a good one. Maybe you could make your own Fubar page. Pretend to be all the things in your life that you could never be. Or maybe you could just do it right, look around and let the ones close to you, know that you care. Maybe I'm asking too much of the average Homo Sapien. Take the step to be humble. Forever is a long time to forget someone. To erase them. To not know them anymore. How would it feel to die alone? Seriously, if they dropped the bomb tommorow, would you feel bad about today? The beautiful thing about all this ranting, is that it is not directed towards anyone I know. Which makes it pointless, because if I don't know you, than you are not viewing this anyway...so what is the point, you ask. There really is none. I just don't have anything else to say. How's that for honesty?