Raised Smart

And sadly, often times they do not.

People tell me that I am mean and all I like to do is make fun of people.  Although I am not denying this, I feel that I should explain why I am the way I am.  First of all, I was raised smart.  I was raised to use my brain, succeed in school, and always do my best.  So, I did.  I self-taught myself not to like stupid people.  People who can't use their brains, can't spell, or can't carry on a coherent conversation have no place in my life.  Well, that last part isn't entirely true.  Many are on my Facebook page, and every time they post, it gives me something new to bitch about to my friends.

I don't really consider my self an elitist, nor do I think I am better than anyone.  I just know how to speak and spell.  I can't help it if society dictates that I am now smarter than you.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I am not perfect.  I make mistakes, but I am smart enough to fix those mistakes and admit when I am wrong.  Sadly, the world that we live in now embraces morons.  Morons used to be the minority, but, like a deadly plague, have consumed all natural resources and have bred like rabbits.

The generation we live in is becoming more dumb every day.  There is no longer enough value placed on people who can function on their own.  We live in scary times, people.  Just think - that person who flips burgers now will be qualified to operate on you in about 10-15 years.  Good luck!

My Own Reality Show?

With the invention of reality TV, I have often pondered on how amazing it would be to have my own.  If the Kardashians can woo the crowd with their big boobs, big asses, and tight clothes - imagine me doing the exact same.  Who wouldn't want to see that shit on prime time television?  Normal people are overlooked for reality shows, when in actuality, they are the ones who are living the real life.  How about doing a reality show where the stars are real people?

So, I would like to volunteer to do my own reality show.  I will be as real as you can get.  I will even walk around the house in my underwear.  I don't really do that now, but imagine the ratings!  I could become so popular that I could get my own recording contract...like every person on the Real Housewives shows.  OR - better yet, I could release a sex tape and be launched to stardom that way.  At least if I had a sex tape, I would get the lighting right.  Seriously, why make a sex tape if you can't even see what is going on?  And I would use props and costumes.  I could get an Academy Award for that shit!  I would even consider releasing the soundtrack.


So if you know someone who wants to do a reality show based on a real person, let me know.  I can flip tables, cry on cue, and pretend like I am high if that's what it takes.  I can act fake in order to do a show about real people.  Bring it!

And So It Begins...

I have never been one for blogs, as I find them to be annoying.  But, since I am creating one, and it is now all about me, I think it is going to be a fun little project.  I don't really know what I am going to post.  Perhaps a hodgepodge of junk, like my Facebook statuses.  I guess we will see.  Many things piss me off in this world, so I am sure I will be ranting continuously about that, so that should be fun.  Hold tight, I will post as often as I can...or as soon as something pisses me off.