Old News..but I just read about it

Paris Hilton does not have to do jail time.

I assume the last time that bitch did jail time it was waaaay too traumatic for her. And God forbid she follow the rules like the rest of us poor people. If time travel were possible, I'd hire someone to go back and donkey kick her mother so the world would be spared of her offspring. Seriously...is it Paris' fault for being the way she is, or did her parent's fail? Hmm. Reminds me of The Breakfast Club (paraphrasing): "You don't matter in this school. If you vanished no one would care." I mean she got famous for having sex, filming it, and then *oopsie* leaking it to the world. Now she remains famous because she gets caught with drugs. Real stars have a drug lackey to carry their stuff so when they do get pulled over they don't get caught. Is Daddy leaving her the keys to the kingdom? I sure hope not. If her personal life is remotely close to how she'd run the business...let's just say she'd sleep with everyone on the board, film it, and then on the way to drop it to a news station get pulled over with cocaine stains on her nose and tell the police: "Oh, no, officer...that cocaine on my nostril is not mine...it's a friend's."

And I'm betting she still wouldn't serve a sentence.

To Whom it may Concern...

Funny how this particular salutation line never gets to the correct "whom it may concern". It happens with resumes, it happens with cover letters, it happens when clients fax information (normally it is the client's fault in that situation), but whatever the reason, it happens. In this case, it is happening because that is what I want.

A few months ago, something traumatic happened to me. A trust was broken, a bond was destroyed by someone who really just doesn't give a shit. Now, I don't know if this person's "not giving a shit" mentality bleeds over into all aspects of his personal life, to other people, his wife, or his children (and "frankly my dear, I don't give a damn") but what I do know is that he directed it at me and I took it personally. So personally that it disrupted my entire life, which is unfair (to say the very least) but the crappiest part? It didn't affect him. I don't know if he's emotionally retarded, or just plain stupid, but he didn't put two and two together until I got another party involved. Needless to say, he still didn't give a shit. Oh, the words were there, the polite smile-lips quivering with the words "why the eff are you still here?" tempting and daring me to fly across the table and fatten them.

Now, I know what you're saying, thinking, or screaming at your computer screen and I don't blame you. Without all the details this entry sounds like a "woe is me" spaghetti noodle lashing. What I will say is my reaction, my giving the situation the name Trauma, is not something I do lightly. Read my other entries...I can be mouthy, opinionated, abrupt...even bitchy, but none of my entries remotely paints a picture that I am a delicate flower or a fragile crystal shard that gets his feelings hurt at the word "Boo!". Realizing I was that distraught (I am not even kidding) was a shock to myself.

Now, how does one person's behavior create this kind of trauma? I dunno. First hand, I will say that it can. And if it does, first it will blindside you, and then debilitate you, until you force yourself to find out what the problem is.

So.

To Whom it may Concern,

ES&D

Sincerely,

Me.

Gay Marriage

I support it.

If heterosexuals can get married and then divorced and take half, then homosexuals should have the same right.

And if America actually lets this happen, I will go back to school and get my degree in marital law and make a ton of money.

I doubt that will happen in my lifetime. Earth is more likely to be struck by an errant asteroid or meteorite or fall victim to Paris Hilton becoming a mother...God forbid.

Driving...and those who suck at it.

You.

Yes you!

Put down your effing cell phone and pay attention to the road.
And don't you dare give me a dirty look because your stupid ass almost plowed into my car because you were too intent on texting or talking to another idiot that probably almost ran into someone else on the other end.

What could be so damned important that you will risk your life, your children's lives, your significant other's life? Please explain. Talking to your friend that you are speeding to meet with? Talking to a family member, explaining that you will be five minutes late? (You'll be later than that if you hit my car, dumb ass) Retrieving the email that will give you extra gas on your Farmville game?

Here's the deal.

Some people can multitask, and most people cannot. As with anything, if reading this pisses you off...you probably can't multitask worth a shit and one day you are going to maim or kill someone. And then like the d-bag you are, you will say "why do things like this happen?" Because you are an idiot.

I am an Idiot

My closest friends have left today to fulfill their dreams. I am now in an empty house with nothing but memories. I truly believed that distancing myself, staying impartial and partially aloof would ease the pain of their departure; however, I see now how it made it excruciatingly worse. I am an idiot.

Scary because it actually aired.

Death Forgives All

Death can make you famous.

Death can unite people in amazing ways.

Death can make people forget that someone was convicted of inappropriate touchings and fled our country to escape prosecution...well, death and entertainment journalism. Well done.