Random Rantings:

I begin the rant with a simple observation. "Love Sucks." Now, I shall expand upon that observation. "Love Really Sucks."

Love is that thing you get into when you run out of other stupid things to do. Love is a quagmire of emotions that tears you limb from limb and makes you relish in every moment of it. Love is the festering flesh at the bottom of the slaughter house floor upon which everyone keeps slipping. Love is a way to avoid interraction with normal human beings by choosing to spend your life engulfed in the existence of an abnormal being.

Not that I am bitter or anything. The mere fact that the little subroutine in my brain has formulated this image of the perfect woman and then she walks into my life only to walk right back out again has not affected my outlook on life, the universe, and everything. Nor has the fact that her only flaw is that she cannot realize what a wonderful person she is affected my optimistic attitude towards relationships in general.

So, those of you starving for affection, I salute you. Those of you feasting at the table of love...

Go Stuff Yourselves, I Hope You Choke