Like People, But If You Fall In Love With Yourself…

You fall in a pool.  At least that’s what I am told by what little I know about Greek myths. Some of you may have read them; that would be everyone seeing this, now wouldn’t it?

What you fucking people need to learn is that those books aren’t there for your fucking bathroom. Last I checked, I paid a fuck of a lot of money for books I barely read.

Which means I paid for that. I paid the price of not reading them quickly enough. That is how you fucking idiots got a B and not a C.  I tire endlessly of people who bitch about shit they get and then they don’t use it. That is why you get a lousy poster on corkboard telling you it is Black History Month, and then you go to class having not talked for a month about it.As a former B student, I can tell you this is true. This thing they call “goal-setting” for your children is making them stupid, by the way. No parent reacts to a two. It is a number. That is not a grade. Grades get parental attention, and any of you who has come home with a D knows this. Your parents generally fuck your life up for two weeks straight if you dared to bring home that thing. I will address this later. Do NOT come here and tell me I do not have to use quotation marks; because you will hurt your poor little self when I send you YOUR quote without the extra apostrophe.

This is why recycling exists; to use something your dumb ass doesn’t know how to use. Any Boy Scout will remind you that he can start a fire with one match, some badass showoffs can do it with flint.

It is very late, and I am very tired. Hear me quickly: when you are tired, you make mistakes. If you catch one, see me, and I will explain it to you. I do not shy away from words easily, because I am addicted to them.

This can make you or me have a bad day with each other. I do not like to be mean. So, what I am saying before I finish this, is be nice. If you have been following this blog for a minute or two, you will find mistakes.

These are called “typographic errors”, which is fancy talk for “my keyboard fucking sucks and I would like to throw it out my kitchen window”.

I can figure out a way to end this story, though.

When you make a mistake, you say at the very least “excuse me”, or “my bad” or whatever the fuck stupid colloquial bullshit you call an argot you want to use, because quite frankly, you can’t fucking read, so that means that you cannot talk.

Well, whoever has pissed me off today, will talk soon, and it will not be here. You know why? Because I am not on Facebook, that is why. When you are famous on Facebook, you are generally nice to people.

When you are an asshole and a little shitbird on Facebook is when someone’s head comes up.

That is when mine comes up, and you will be the reason I am up so late to tell you that you suck.

The end…for now. Stories don’t end.

But if yours does, it will be your sick mother’s story to tell, and that is why you will not be able to sleep as I tell this story.

About The Head Seminarian

I went to war, I went to father, I came, I saw, and it is a mess. I wouldn't have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I might be writing a blog. Yes, that's all I am doing, now that I think about it. Even I forget sometimes, so we're cool.

Posted on January 19, 2011, in postaday2011 and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. “Nice work” 😉

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    • Oh, before I forget, WordPress is doing a Post-A-Day 2011 contest, you should sign up…because I want to win it and I need some stiff competition. You’re on!

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  2. Thank you, more forthcoming soon! I will keep sending you more good blogs if you send good readers, and that is how this sucker works.

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  3. But why aren’t you on Facebook anymore, Ron? I miss your comments, and I’m sure others do as well. Just wanted to remind you that all are welcome! There is peace and serenity in the light. (hee!)

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  4. Karin, clearly no one wants me there, so I stay here. If any of you want to say hi, you can do it here, or you can also find me at The Huffington Post, ruining everyone’s day there. Facebook broke me after I learned you could just fucking show up, call someone a racist, and then attempt to excuse oneself from the room. That ain’t happening. You know where to find me, please tell others I love I am here too.

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  5. And clean up your house, Carol-Ann.

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  6. I am not Karin, you bozo!

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    • Oh, my fucking god. Well, fuck, I didn’t know you gave a shit. I need to get some booze, I’ll be in touch shortly. Tip: Riesling wine is in season. I should have known since you capitalized your letters that it wasn’t her.

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  7. Riesling is nice with spicy food. Riesling is very nice with a Chinese New Year dinner. Ever had a nice sparkling Riesling? Oh!

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  8. The “Relax” Riesling is good right now, and currently Yellow Tail from the Aussies is making a killer Riesling for under eight.

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