And my imagination will make that moment live...

To Miss Junkiemonkey,

I think what I really wanted to do before I left was to say goodbye to you personally. I wanted to call you and tell you I was leaving and that I'd miss you, and maybe a little part of me would like to hear you say that too.

But I didn't, because I heard that you loved the single life and I knew you were enjoying yourself and keeping yourself busy right now, so I figured I'd better let you be.

Just to be fair to me though, since I'm leaving on a jetplane, and I don't know when I'll be back, or more accurately I don't know if I'll be the same when I get back, I'd like to take this tiny piece of opportunity to say Goodbye to you, and thank you.

Thank you for making my life the past few months a little more interesting than it would be if I hadn't met you, if nothing else Ms. Starbucks.

But also thank you because:

=)

K.

If I'm going to be up ranting, I might as well.

Let's make this clear; there are very very few things that utterly annoy me in my life, and off the top of my head, there's how people seem to think that calling me a virgin is like some sort of derogatory insult that's supposed to get me. So let me get this straight; virgin = non self validation?

To these people: You're a fucking moron.

First of all, If you're running around calling me a virgin, it means I don't tell you stuff which means you're not in my personal space. I didn't think you mattered enough to tell, which also means; stop fucking assuming. You could be wrong, or you could be right; either way, I'm not telling you shit because I think you're a stupid fuck.

Now, even if I was, how, can you tell me, the act of sticking your penis into some bitches vagina (for the he) or the act of getting stuffed by a man dong (for the she) makes you a better person than I am in any way? Oh, congratulations, you have performed the act of fornification and now you're MORE REAL because it. Would you like a fucking certificate?

I would love nothing more than to point out that you have just stated that the sole purpose of your existence, the culmination of your being, would be that you have sought, for the 20+ years of your life, to look for the magical plum to stick your penis into or to get stuffed. Yes, let me point that out very clearly; you pushed yourself through your mother's vagina, went through school, somehow made it through tertiary education, all to equip yourself with the one knowledge of doing the old bump and grind.

Pathetic.

I don't even want to talk about how sad I think you are for thinking that getting fucked is the one sole achievement in your life. You're really lacking in the self esteem department aren't you? Let me ask you this; if you HADN'T fucked, would there be anything you can be proud of in your life? Would you? No?

Didn't think so.

You are sad, because, well, now your life is just that; sad. I won't even bother myself with you cause your life is pretty much fucked now. And you wanted to live off welfare, so I'm automatically better than you.

You are sad because you stated TWICE how the only thing you've wanted to do in life is fuck. I get it, you got to fuck, and now you can die happy. The crowning achievement of your life, yes, well done. Could you please sit down and shut the fuck up now?

And YOU are just sad because at one point you wanted to sit down and cut yourself to death. Or swallow some pills. Fuck, I don't remember which emo/goth way you wanted to die, personally I don't care. The point is, I'm not about to take "validation tips" from someone who didn't care enough to live. Go curl up in some corner in a foetal position and die; just make sure you do it in the garbage can so the rest of us with more important things in life are not bothered by your insignificant existence you little piece of turd.

Fuck you annoying people.

Unreal.

Today I didn't feel quite so real.