How Come I Am Not a Signed R & B Artist?

I Could Do This! Robin Thicke. "Blurred Lines."

Almost Been There, Almost Done That.

She Dated A Sociopath.

I can not say the same thing.  But????  Close enough.  I was emotionally  enmeshed with one in a long distance  relationship.

She never threatened to hack me.  She does not possess that level of skill in computers.  (She never will be, either.)  But here are the tell tale signs  I ignored for years.

Despite the fact she was the married person, she was ugly, nasty, paranoid, jealous over who I was thinking about, never mind talking too.

She was so manipulative that she keep or trying to spend my money  (constantly  telling me how and where to spend it.)

She  (as a cough) joke,  said I should name her as a beneficiary on my insurance policy.

She was selfish and dysloyal.

Her morals were entirely  dependent  on her immediate needs. 

She was a serial hypocrite.

She was a pathological liar.  Particularly  about and to herself.

And  the fact she  was a republican, should have turned me off  from the get go.  But not that all of them are sociopaths, but hey,  That entire political movement  seems to not only be sociopathic at heart, but these days,  they keep on running insane, sociopatic candidates.

What ever.   I am over that shit, and those kinds of people.

Fuck Politics. Let's Talk Ballerinas!

 

This is Xiomara Reyes.  One of the principal dancers for ABT.   Now I love all the principal female dancers  of ABT.  But there is something  extra about her.  I can't find the words for it.  But she is peaking  right now  in all that matters for a dancer.

 

Ahhh.  Best thing in my life for the past year was seeing her dance.  Next best was watching the other primas  of ABT and NYCB  and  Australia  Ballet   and the otther fantastic  dance I have seen.  But Xiomara  is sparking  hot  now.  See her if you can!

 

PS.   Don't say  that if watching  a ballerina  dance is the best thing for me past year,  I need sex.

 

Honestly,  most sex is an ordinary  sweatty experience  between unattractive, unsexy  beastly  people.  Meidocre ballet  is  better than that.  And when you watch the best of best, itwill re wire your brain.  And  remember what the song says. Everything is beautiful at the ballet.

 

How often does  ordinay  sex between ordinary people  rewrite  a person's brain?   Ya.  I thought so!

The Most Tiresome of People

Republicans, for starters.  Next, republicans who post on republican run message boards.  And lastly, republicans who still run republican message boards for republicans.

Now confession time.  I used to waste a lot of time  on boards.  For me  the experience was like what in the real world we call slumming.  Deliberately going to a place you don't like and never will feel comfortable  with, and associate with people you don't like very much.  The difference is of course yo can troll a board.  You don't want to go to a real slum and pick on the inhabitants. 

But political  fighting  is  something that requires someone to fight with.  Right?  I am glad I pretty much gave up on that shit.  I don't need the fighting.   I don't need to waste any of the scant little time left  I have on this planet with creepy,   nasty  people, playing in a creepy little world where reality and reason  do not exist. 

But hey.  creepy people need to keep their creepy shitty  lives entertained.  I guess.  Keep at it, you creepies!

PS.  One last shot at these creepy people.  One of the creepiest things  about board people is the insane rules they come up with.  Talk about people who have issues!  My favorite to mock is the one where they enforce  the Don't Disclose  The Content of a Private Message, rule.

I mean really!  What the ever loving  mother fuck  is wrong with these people?  That shit is beyond creepy.  That is  get-your-self-to-a shrink, fucked up!

But hey.  That is the beauty of the internet.  It makes  it easy for like minded  insane people to get together and virtually  lick each other's virtual dirty  asses.

Brave new world.  Barf. 

I am glad I am not paranoid. I am glad I am not stupid. I am glad I know things about the world. And law. And commerce. And people. I am glad I qualify as sane. I am glad I am not an ideolouge. I am glad I am not a zealot. I am glad I do not put my beliefs above reality or the rights of others.

I am glad I am a liberal democrat.

Instead Of A Political Tear, Jesus on a Dino!

 

Classic!