So The World Hates You...

.... and it hates me to.

I recently got a call from a friend whom I don't speak to regularly since she's sort of cunty and bossy- but I know how much she enjoys talking to me- so being the humanitarian that I am- I sacrificed my time and answered the cow's call.

She's the kind of bitch who's always asking what you're up to- and the kind of person who won't except masturbating and eating as an acceptable answer. So you know, I like to make up lies to end a conversation and told the girl I was starting a blog.

BIG MISTAKE!!!

Boy did the bitch have questions- What was it about? When can she read it? Will is discuss world issues? The Arts? What? What? What???????? She's the kind of girl who reads the New York Times and tries to talk about articles at dinner just to prove she is smart and shit. Well I sort of started to hate her- and I told her that it was about the world and how it hates you. She laughed since I'm her weird arty friend and thought it was a joke- but it's not.

Megan:

So The World Hates You dedicates this inaugural post to you- without your annoying questions, poking, and prodding- I never would have created this blog dedicated to all that goes on in my little brain. And yes, my brain is very little and only has the capacity for the following: TV, Food, Gossip, Masturbation, Weirdness, Pets, and maybe a book or two (and by book I mean like Vogue or W or some shit like that during September when the magazine weighs like 30 pounds and shit).

Thanks,

Pedro