edward fox's reality

Rated TV-14 for Language and Shit. K?

I’m hurt by the simplest things…

Why is that?

People are horrible. According to an old EBay promotion scheme, they had the idea that “People are Generally Good.” Yeah, right. That’s why half the shit I bought on eBay was either not sent, didn’t work, or broke shortly thereafter. Oh how I love eBay.

But life, like eBay, fails us sometimes. It’s sad, really.

I know that I’m a sensitive person. We all know that. If you don’t, you probably just haven’t taken the time to get to know me. I… don’t want to finish this.

I just wish Alan would burn in Hell. Effective immediately.

I haven’t updated this in forever, so I guess now wouldn’t be too bad of a time.

I’m going to be launching a few new websites, and among those is a website design service. I’m going to be charging dirt-cheap, rock-bottom prices, as opposed to what an ESTABLISHED (or overcharging) company would ask for… At least, until my reputation gets built up. And the first few clients that want future service will always maintain that same rate for designing a new website. How nifty does that sound?

I’ve started talking to my best friend ZAAAAACKIE a lot more often now. Great times. I’m so dead serious. So many people exaggerate about how they are happy for talking to someone, and I admit, I BS about that all the time [Oops. Did I really say that?...]. Anyway, it’s been great starting to talk to him regularly now.

*YAWN*

I get sick of perverted people. Is that normal? I don’t know. It seems like there are so many of them now. I wish people just learned to keep what they say under control. I know a lot of times my comments can be pretty out-of-line (especially at work) but I never make the other person feel uncomfortable or bored or whatever… But I just get sick of being bombarded with them.

Let’s just make decent conversation.

I’m really too tired to add much more to this. Hope everyone has a great day and such.

<3 Zackie

Rated TV-14 for Mature Language. What a Surprise. A log, AND Mature Language?! Go Figure.

I don’t like repeating things.

I don’t.

Do you?

I hate it when I have to, and when I think that people have forgotten about me and want to try getting to know me from the start again because they thought I was too lame, I will not accept that. So have a slice of loggage.

my blue reflejo: I think… I’m gonna pass on this one.
intelligence boi: Why?
intelligence boi: Just because you think I’m an ass because of one night?
intelligence boi: OK, fine. Let me make it seem like I’m not taking it all out on you.
intelligence boi: I got a ticket last night.
intelligence boi: 60 in a 35.
intelligence boi: Yes, my fault.
intelligence boi: I just found out I have to pay a $960 charge for something my insurance didn’t cover…
intelligence boi: and on my crappy part-time salary, that means a month’s worth; that means I have to get interest on my credit card, something which I hate to do
intelligence boi: I filled in, I was nice enough to fill in, for someone at work, like I always am, and they were bitching
intelligence boi: telling me I wasn’t doing my job
intelligence boi: because I was not askign every customer if they wanted magazines or not
intelligence boi: 8 risk-free issues of entertainment weekly or sports fuckin illustrated
intelligence boi: I don’t have a car at the moment
intelligence boi: I’m not allowed to drive it
intelligence boi: my mother is going to pull me from her insurance
intelligence boi: and I cannot tell you how many times people have said that they forgot all the vital information because they didn’t care enoughto actually talk to me
intelligence boi: and just completely forgot about me, and that’s why I was mainly hesitant to give you all my information again
intelligence boi: but if you think I’m such a crappy person that doesn’t care (even though I just typed all this)
intelligence boi: adn that you want to “pass” on this like I’m a crappy magazine offer, then fine
intelligence boi: I’m sorry that I didn’t want to give you my name again, and I wasn’t trying to be rude– I was trying to be creative
intelligence boi: but it seems like you took everything I say negatively
intelligence boi: so maybe you just didn’t want to talk to me in the first place.
intelligence boi: I’m done.

That also discusses most of my problems. Beautiful, eh?

My friend Juan IMed me today. God am I glad he did. I haven’t talked to him in a long-ass time and we caught up on a lot. He’s the only positive thing that happened today… if it wasn’t because of him, I would probably still be ‘napping’ while crying.

Sometimes I just can’t take it. Just because I’m an ass sometimes doesn’t mean I’m trying to be rude. Have you considered that I’m not not trying to BE one, but it just HAPPENS? No? Fine then.

Alex is awesome…

Screw stupid black folk that talk about me like I’m an “offer.” That’s right. I said black folk. Nicer than… mmmmmmmmmmmmmmn. And I’ve also mentioned mexicans, and I’m half-hispanic (Salvadoran). I think I’m free to go now.

I miss you. You know who you are.

Screw the Rest. Keep it Real with the Best.

Rated TV-14 for Mature Language. Reality. Oh how it pains me.

There always seems to be something cheesy going on in my life. So what’s going on now? It’s the fact that I can’t find someone that wants to be close to me, or exclusive to me, or worse, and in one case of what happened tonight, someone I was getting really attached to spontaneously admitted to making out with another person since the first day we met.

So here’s a newbie’s guide towards anyone who wants to date people. If you already made out with one person, and you meet someone new and you two have a semi-mutual attraction (it can never be entirely equal) towards each other, be nice to them and inform them that you are making out with someone else. Please? I don’t feel good tonight.

No one’s going ever care about me as much as I care about them, and if they do, I won’t care as much about them. It’s pretty pathetic. I copy/pasted this first sentence from an AIM window. Isn’t it sad, though? I wish I could find someone close to me that I shared interests with…

Why the fuck am I sitting my ass online, waiting for someone who hid something from me to respond? I guess it’s because I care that much. I’m that big of a loser.

That’s a mother-fucking turn-off for so many people. WHO GIVES A SHIT THAT I GIVE A SHIT? DO YOU? The people I want to care about don’t. Cal does. SAD! He’s STRAIGHT, and is my best friend, whereas the people I really like and care about more (unfortunately) don’t give a shit back.

HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK, FAGGOTS?

I get so sick of life sometimes. I WANT SOMEONE HERE. Someone who can be a true friend.

Any takers?

I’ll probably take this down soon enough…