Me of Me.

The raucous nature and deliberate assholiness of the pansy population in this town has taxed my last nerve. For years I have enjoyed the time and serenity of solitude - not hermit, but not suffering in the muck of others drama - I go about my way and just don't care of others business, you know what I mean? I socialise, don't get me wrong, I like to talk and interact - but I am far too independent to follow the main line like everyone else, ya dig?

I have no hesitation to cut off at the blink of an eye all the phony, self important, whining, back stabbing, two faced faggotry that haunt our civilization like serpents slithering through the mire. When this happens - when I tell them with blank face and sincerity in eyes no more, it's over with ya. They gasp and go into melodramatic shock - how dare you?! Ah, go fuck yerselves, ya worthless shits - better off without ya, let me finish my drink in peace...they cannot grasp that I can live happily evermore without their simpering person.

Yes, Dear Reader, there are a couple on that recent list that I had opened myself grudgingly to and thine heart they stabath at first flutter - I will not inflate their already over blown egos by mentioning names - however they have mistaken my kindness with weakness until it was too late.

It just gets colder and colder inside...