Current Song: explosions in the sky - inside it all feels the same

Look: Just because you're dating my best friend doesn't mean we have to be friends. Why don't you understand that I don't like people? I have a very small circle of unbelievably close friends that took me years to collect. I have absolutely no desire to add anyone else to that fraternity.

And to you, friend: Why on God's green earth did you invite women on my birthday retreat into the wild with the gentlemen? Not to sound like a complete diva or what have you, but it isn't your day! It's my effin' birthday and I want to spend it with my boys pounding beers and screaming over shitty music. Is that really so awful? But noooo, now I have to spend it with wives and girlfriends. Blahhhh. I had the balls to tell my girlfriend she wasn't invited, why couldn't you guys man up?

Look, I realize that I'm ridiculously difficult to get along with. I'm loud, obnoxious and rude. I have next to no verbal filter and on occasion have been openly hostile with people I find to be stupid or annoying. Which, quite frankly, is nearly everyone.

I realize that all these women hate me pretty much without question, and that's fine. I'm not trying to impress them. I wouldn't care except for the fact that Chantel has pretty much forbidden Mitch to hang out with me. What the fuck? He's been my best buddy faaaar longer than you've even known him. Just because you have a vagina means I don't get to have my buddy any longer?

Reason #1 I hate people. They change.

Why am I wired so differently?

-fraz.

Current Song: The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots pt. 1

I remember a time, ages ago, when I was actually a motivated individual.

Nothing jumps out or appeals to me anymore.

Mitch's dad is a giant history geek like me and loves to give me books that he thinks will interest me. He's never been wrong about a book or a subject, and I let him know that I've been feeling pretty down and out and that I needed something to occupy me. he lent me a series of books he got written to commemorate the centennial anniversary of the Civil War. I hope this does the trick because I'm seriously tired of living like this.

Blah.

I can't wait for warm weather so I can go run outside again. I hate treadmill running. It's ridiculous. Yeah yeah, better for your knees and all that, but it doesn't feel right. That, and I have a weird gait and struggle to walk/run straight. I actually have to concentrate on staying on the mat or whatever it might be called.

Just figured I hadn't plagued elowel with any complaints lately. I'm well past due.

-fraz.

If anyone said that they called this game, they'd be liars.

Momma is from Louisiana, and spent years watching the "Aints" and I've never seen her so excited about a sporting event.

On the plus side, she did make me tons of food, including gumbo, bread pudding, beignets (or however you spell it) and a promise of jambalaya by the end of the week.

sweet.

-fraz.

Football, I quit you.

For... what, 4 more months?

Still.

Ugh.

Go saints.

-fraz.

I'm far from perfect, but at least I haven't given up on myself.

moody moody frazzy.

Besides, we're pretty much terrible friends anyway. We don't even actually like each other.

And then last night, having to listen to retarded girls read cosmopolitan and actually believe the ridiculous tripe in there set me off and I kinda blew up on that poor girl. I should apologize, but fuck that. She was trying to irk us, so screw her. I hate that immature bullshit. I'm an adult. Nope, I'm not a misogynist, I'm an all around misanthrope.

I'm going to laugh at myself when I read this post tomorrow. I doubt it makes any sense anyway.

-fraz.

So, a few things I wanted to touch base on, Elowel. I couldn't think of something vague to post about, because it'd assuredly be about the person who challenged me, so she wins.

I had something to complain about, but after writing it out, it just came off as pretentious and ridiculous.

Gah.

I'm better at posting when i'm not... happy.

I'll be back when I blow it with her for good.

-fraz.

I'm going to write the most disgustingly vague post in the history of posts within the next week.

-fraz.

Look folks, people die. Just because this person happens to be a shitty actress doesn't make her any more important than the rest of us.

Calm down.

(I will admit, however, she was badass in clueless.)

In vastly more important news, I didn't really realize how spoiled I was as a football fan. I went to the Chiefs/Browns game today in KC. I found that on the whole (obviously not all) Nebraska fans are pretty classy. The Chiefs' fans, on the other hand, were an unruly bunch of bitter drunken savages. Seriously. They hatefucked their own team! I mean, calling a wimpy draw play on 3rd and long is almost criminal in the football world, but I've never experienced a crowd booing so hardcore at their own home team. Obviously, I'm aware that the NFL is an entirely different monster from NCAA football, but still.

It was quite ugly.

I guess there truly is no place like Nebraska.

-fraz.

Really?? Jeez louise.

I really need to get a handle on things.

-fraz.

http://www.hulu.com/watch/105338/the-office-subtle-sexuality-the-music-video

I seriously almost pissed myself from laughing too hard.

-fraz.