MY APOLOGIES.
Friends, this column might go a different way than the others, so just bear with me and it'll all be over soon.
I have to apologize to two women for my various reasons.
First to Shades. I apologize wholeheartedly for calling you a bitch. Whether it was the heat of the conversation or not, I had no right to go there or to call you a bitch with the intent to harm that I did. All you did was give your opinion about the Smashing Pumpkins and their music. I don't why I snapped and reacted the way I did. You should not have been the focus of my rage. Why I even had any rage about the Smashing Pumpkins to begin with is beyond me. I ruined a perfectly good evening where we had been getting along (which, trust me friends is not as easy as it might sound). I made an ass of myself. Not only that, but the apology I gave you that evening wasn't heartfelt. It was a bullshit apology.
I am sorry. I was wrong and had no right.
Secondly, I want to apologize to Death Car.
After at least three months not speaking to each other, we had been slowly rebuilding the bridge between us. We generally spend Monday evenings together and try to repair our friendship.
Well now I want to apologize to Death Car for ever getting involved in her life at all. I seem to have caused a rift in her family. Her parents hate me and want me out of her life. I just stubbornly refuse to do so.
Death Car, after this past Monday, I think I know you're trying to say. I used to watch movies and talk shows where the guy comes between the family and the woman he's seeing and/or loves and I would wonder "Why doesn't this yahoo just leave? You can't compete with someone's family." So now, I'm going to take my own advice and just stop it. I still want to be in your life D.C., but I don't want to cause you any strain. If you're reading D.C., know that if you need me, I'm only a phone call away.
Now, that wasn't so hard was it?
Switching Gears...
To all of those people who know who I am, and want my life, you're free to take it. Just be prepared to get in line!
I'm sick of everyone pissing and moaning about how great my life is! I'm a hate filled man who's lazy, fat, neurotic, psychotic, ignorant, arrogant, manic-depressive, megalomaniac, who's feared because I HAPPEN TO BE TALL (6ft. 5in.)! Not only that, but I can't get a goddamned date because women I'm attracted to don't want scrubs, don't understand my sense of humor, or are taken by someone else! To top it all off, my once favorite radio station (105.1 FM) changed format from Alternative to Motown Oldies! Nothing wrong with motown oldies, it's just not my cup of tea.
Yeah, my life is just great!
I'd be a hermit if I didn't like my Sony Playstation so much.
TEN SHOWS YOU SHOULD WATCH:
SILLY-ASS QUOTE OF THIS COLUMN:
"He dropped out of high school because he's a genius"- Lynn Cleghorn.
What I want to know is, if this guy's a genius, why drop out of high school? Why not go through the motions and get your flipping diploma?
That's all Net-Warriors, I'm spent. This has been the most emotionally draining column I've written yet. Stay safe, sane, and above all, true to yourself. Do come again.
Originally written by the Ghostman on 4/14/99 1:43 AM.