Arbit

I cease to be sarcastic at times, like now :). A lot of people disgust me, a good few actually don't. I hate show offs and end up doing a lot of it myself (with little worthy of it). I know my english alright (shit, shat, shut). I don't enjoy what I do for a living anymore ... it's been that way for a while now. I can love, but you need not be worthy of it. Being on my friend list doesn't mean that I consider you my friend, it just means I haven't yet reached my limit of tolerance with you, past which you are amenable to be murdered by me. I know my Spanish, bits and pieces (puta madre, hijo de puta, te chingo, qué sorpresa). Life's made me suffer a lot of uptight conceited A-Holes - more than one's fair share. If you're one (in which case you sure know), you don't know what disservice you're doing to yourself.

I hate personal questions like why hasn't 'this thing' happened yet in your life or when are you planning to 'do that' or 'get that'? I could snap back asking 'Why are you and the whole genealogical tree above you (called your family) so infernally mean and devoid of self respect?'. I don't because self-respect as well as dignity are words that still ring a bell with me.

Over the years, I have realized that there are those times in my life when I am found to be likable by a few around me. But those moments and those people are few and far between. I love canned peaches, good mangos and most other fruits. I am inclined to be snooty with the snooty and never regret it. These days, I suck at my job (I mean at my legitimate day job). I miss being vindictive, intrinsically mean and carefree - I guess you have to be one to be the other.

I rarely send out friend requests - if you get one from me, it means I have some serious favours to extract from you (almost certainly the case), or that I really really admire you (small chance).