his was a conversation I had with my little buddy this morning.

Note: I do not, under any circumstances, have anything against the LGBT community. Not even a little bit. I am an rabid avid supporter of gay rights. I am also a fan of wit and humor. I laugh at my own situations just as much as I laugh at the situations of other people. I don’t believe in politically correct - because conforming to politically correctness only gives those people who want to make people different more power. The only way we, as a society can overcome discrimination is by not making anyone an issue, but also not allowing other people to make differences an issue.

That being said this was the conversation:

Me: you know who I feel bad for?

Zac: Who?

Me: i feel bad for those guys in the Match.com commercials on myspace.

Zac: I don’t feel bad for them. I feel bad for the guys in the “Meet Local Gay Singles”, because now everyone on the internet thinks they’re gay and they’re just going “Hey. They just got my press shot and now everyone thinks I’m gay and I can’t meet any women. I mean yeah, I’m getting paid for it - but still.”

Me: I feel bad for those people in Herpes commercials.

Zac: No way, those are speaking parts. I don’t feel sorry for them. They auditioned for those roles. They didn’t walk in there and think they were auditioning for Sports Center.

Me: [fits of laughter]

’m supposed to be studying right now. But jeez - I really don’t want to. I keep looking at myspace… but there are only so many tests you can take. Only so many memes you can fill out.

Someone save me from my boredom! Help me! Help me! Save me! Save me!

I was even so bored I opened friendster again after like how long? That was… worthless.

So I ask you - what other social networking websites are out there? One friend of mine says Spicepad… and I checked that out a while ago when she first showed me it - but everyone on there seems to be… well… trampy… like prime hunting grounds for PYMMOTI (remember PYMMOTI???). I’m not saying she is - but that is what most people seem like. I’m just not interested in a website in which most people don’t want intelligent conversation.

So what can I do?

love body modifications. I get turned on my tattoos and piercings. I had my tongue pierced for four years. I love that too. But there are just some things that shouldn’t be pierced.

Now, you must be asking what could I possible be talking about. I had my tongue pierced for chrissake - I am obviously very liberal when it comes to piercings.

I think the only thing that shouldn’t be pierced is when it just doesn’t suite you. Take the girl sitting across from me in the computer lab. She had her lip pierced down the center. And he’s got teeth like Winifred Sanderson. Yeah, Bette Midler from Hocus Pocus. So, when before she had a slightly obvious bucktoothedness (yes, thats a word, I have made it a word) she now looks like fucking Nosferatu.

Take it out! Post haste! Because, I swear to God, if you look at me again with that rat like face I am just gonna laugh.

And laugh.

And laugh.

Hahahaha.

Cause all I can think of is Stephanie Weir bald and doing her Nosferatu impression from Mad TV.

Note: I have recently been told that I am acting like a Heather. I argue that I’m not. She has absolute control over where she puts her piercing - I am only stating the obvious. And why does it concern me? Because she is right in front of my computer - she is in my face. This is like back when James used to pick his nose play with his septum piercing in front of me. You can’t just look away from it! Ultimately it is her face, and she can do what she wants with it - just like James could pick his nose all he wanted. I don’t have to appreciate it though and I am allowed to express my feelings over it in a private way.

ts not okay that when I needed you you weren’t there, despite my reaching out to you. As my friend, I trusted you to be there when I needed you, just as I am to all of my friends. Perhaps I am just a better human being.

As those who have been following my private posts know I have been going through a rough few weeks. A really rough few weeks. It is times like these where I depend on my loved ones to help me get through this, even if it is just them saying, “Hey. You’re wonderful, you know that?” I can’t thank those who were reading and commenting enough - it really helped just hearing those words of support and encouragement.

But there was one friend missing. One of my best friends missing. And no matter how often I would reach out to him, he was just too preoccupied to care. You see, maybe I’m a freak, but I consider those people I know online to be just as valid a friend as any of my other friends, and just as deserving of my love, support and time as others when they are in need of it. maybe that makes me sentimental freak, or a loser - whatever. Doesn’t matter.

You see this friend got himself a girlfriend. And she’s a lovely girl, don’t get me wrong - I wish them every happiness in the world. But once he got the girl he stopped caring about me. And that hurts. And sorry doesn’t fix it. He im’d me tonight. As if things were all fine and dandy… as if I didn’t leave him a voicemail saying I was lost and just needed to talk to someone. As if he had just talked to me yesterday. As if i wasn’t going through a lot right now. As if I wasn’t hurting.

And why would he care right? It isn’t as though he knows me in real life - it isn’t as though he has to watch the tears roll down my face. He doesn’t have to look at me getting sicker and sicker and sicker because I can’t eat. It isn’t as though I’m a real friend. it isn’t as though I’m a real human being. I’m just zeros and ones.

here is one thing I hate about customer service. Customers/ Not all customers, mind you - just the morons.

You know, the ones who don’t look at the coupons they want to use so you have to explain every little thing to them. Mother of god.

Lady, if you read the fucking coupon you would see everything you needed to know. I’m not making this shit up. Pull out your geriatric glaucoma glasses and read the fucking thing. The weekend prices aren’t the same as the weekday prices. Did you really think you were going to get a suite for a coupon standard rate.

And don’t tell me a story about how you are grieving, I can’t afford to have sympathy. I’ve lost my fair share of people and it sucks, it is painful - but I don’t spread my grief around to people who may not want to hear about it. I have sympathy for you, I do - I’m not a completely heartless bitch, but I have specific views on spreading grief.

Not to mention, I cannot give you a break because you are dealing with something terrible. How about when my grandma died and we all had to go to Florida for her funeral, there would have been 50 some-odd comped rooms. A business cannot survive when it is making exeptions to their policies.