Bad at posting, but good at hating.

I suppose that’s how it goes, at any rate. I’m starting to rethink some of the accounts that I follow on Twitter. One in particular, who used to post good stuff, but now posts the same crap multiple times. And also thinks that because some girls have fat asses, that white girls are evolving. That’s not evolution, that’s too many hamburgers. Trust me, I would know. It doesn’t make it good. But he seems to think so. Not that he would actually care. He doesn’t even date white girls, so I don’t know what he even cares. There’s another one that I follow that has only ever been with one man. She doesn’t know what good lovin’ is. Again, trust me, I would know. But even without all that, no one listens to me. I have like 25 followers, and most of them aren’t even real people. I suppose it’s not unusual for bots to follow an account, but that’s pretty much all that is on my list. Makes me not want to post on Twitter. There’s a lot of people that I would like to follow me. Like, I would like to be a part of the SA LP people, but I’ve only posted in there a few times. No one really knows who I am, so I don’t get that follow. I try to talk to some of them sometimes, but it doesn’t help.


Besides that, not a whole lot going on. I tried to get drunk tonight, but my stomach wasn’t overly happy about that, so I stopped. I got a little buzzed first, at least. I guess I’m going to have to stop trying that for a while. Not only does it cost money, but apparently my body isn’t overly excited about it. Because, of course, something has to get in the way of my happiness.


I suppose I don’t have a whole lot else to talk about right now. Not sure if that is good or bad.