drwallyb's blog: "ramblings"

So in my fu travels I learn more and more about this world. Apparently someone who doesn't give you a photo rate of 10 is a downrater? Ummm.. what if your ugly? I mean hey much luv if you rate me a 10.. but I don't expect it. I mean if we're all being honest I would feel pretty good for anything over a 4. Sure sure I don't have any cleavage photos or any crazy angle photos of my butt crack but I think I'm at least average. I'm just saying... if you want a 10 then show some boobs. I know I am. I just need to find a good enough camera that won't break whenever I try to take that manboobish picture. sigh

FUbar is all about pictures with EXTREME angles. 90 degree pictures are a thing of the past!

I find that not many people get me. A few think they know me, others don't care to know me. I'd much rather get to know the latter. I miss those moments of seemless conversation free of strained useless chatter and full of meaningful useless chatter. Maybe I just miss my friends, maybe I miss HAVING friends. I probably miss the past more then anything because even my friends are in a total different place now. It's like when you're on a train but you're the only one who gets off at the station before the last. They traveled with out me, talked, laughed, cried... and so even if it was just 1 stop(year) away... it's lightyears away. Because of this I've resented friendship as a whole, building a wall of intolerance around me. I judge, I calculate, and sentence people to 3-5years of being not worthy. I raise my standards to obscene levels that not many can meet. Which explains why I'm almost friendless. I consciously do it to myself for a variety of reasons.

I'm at a disadvantage here. I need a good cleavage shot to get some good traffic. I wonder how much traffic man-cleavage would get me. ..... Or a mirror picture of my booty? FOrget that I'm about to show some camel toe!!!

Ummm... so someone egg'd my houze AGAIN! like second time. Seriously who eggs houses still? Is this like happy days? Is potsie out there running around egging people's houses? As if I would have enemies, I barely talk to the gas attendant when filling up my car! OH CRAP!! I BARELY TALK TO THE GAS ATTENDANT WHEN FILLING UP MY CAR!!! that bitch!

zomg! a million things scrolling across my screen and tons of things I dont understand. sigh. someone hold my hand. lol

Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character.