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Across the Spenser
|Everyone else around me.
|Twitter needs more interesting people. Maybe interesting isn't the right word, maybe it's "intelligent". The amount of people that I follow that have made me shake my head numerous times is appalling.140 characters of complete stupidity makes me believe that there cannot be a god.|
Now you're probably asking, "Spenser, why do you keep following these awful human beings that seem to ruin your day?" and the answer is:
I have no clue.
It could be related to the fact that many of these people live in my city. I could easily just unfollow them with a click of a button and use the excuse to myself "I haven't seen them in years. So fuck it." That'd be simple right? No.
For some reason I can't do just that. And for some reason, I'm friends with some of these people (mainly one who thinks he can rap...but that's another time/blog).
Could be because I'm a nice guy, or at least I think I am. Or it could be because I find a sick reassurance in my life by seeing the sadness of a girl's excitement on getting the top of her vagina "vajazzled"(Google that term). Clearly, that isn't normal to read on a Twitter feed.
Clearly, half the people I know are idiots.
It's sad that most people I actually know that have a Twitter, most likely shouldn't have one. I still think my brother and some of his friends should get some. Keep in mind, my brother just turned fucking 17. That should show that I'd rather read the thought of a 17 year old, rather than a 19 year old trying to spell correctly. Or reading about a 16 year old who is driving drunk for the first time and seems to be pretty thrilled about it.
But maybe this is how it'll be for another year or so, before Twitter really picks up. Facebook took awhile before EVERYBODY had one, and so did that one other website that I can't remember the name of. Hopefully Twitter makes its rounds and gains more intelligence, at least in my feed. If not, fuck we're all dead.
And with that, follow me on Twitter!!!!
|Tags: people, twitter, vajazzling
|Swept off my feet.
|Tonight was the night that I've spoken to you for more than an hour in a month, in any way. Over the phone, text, online. It's sad that I had to be so honest with you to barely get any real reaction.|
Usually when I get so damn honest with you...you at least pay it back with another honest reply. But, instead, I get another robotic statement.
I'm sure I'll regret the words I said to you over Twitter. I'm sure you won't, as you're never wrong. But it felt good to hold my ground for the first time in months.
So now I'm doing my best to keep myself busy from doing anything directly connected to you. No matter what. You going on about how you don't want this, and you don't want that...I never wanted those either. I don't understand how you came to such a conclusion on your own.
I'm sure you'll go off and suck off some fuck with a meth addiction, or get felt up by a guy who believes a savior is coming.
Whatever the case may be, it's disappointing to know that after three great years, you end this in a lower way than it began. I don't think I'll never really understand it I guess.
Here's to a new month.
|Tags: Beginning, twitter, girl, meth, end.