And the Beat Goes On...

I dedicate this to the people around who live by the delusion that your life is essentially worthless if they're not involved in some form or fashion. When that becomes the first thing people think of about you, that is-in some ways, success (congratulations, you've got a REP now!!!) and in other ways, the personification of apathy. So yes, if that is indeed your goal, congratu-fucking-lations. You're a rock star, baby!

I felt the need to write this when realizing that this existence overshadowed the working part of my day. As if there isn't enough to deal with in the meeting spaces and service hallways, you have the "Mean Girls Mafia" every hair color represented, every style mimicked and imitated in some form or fashion. I've never found this to be an attractive lifestyle, and although at one point I almost adopted the M.O. I made the decision that people aren't worth that kind of self-compromise. Therefore, I've taken it upon myself to inform YOU-the masses, that this is neither clever nor cute. Leave the roles of the Mean Girls to the Lindsay Lohans of the world. They're paid to act out that BS-and YOU get BS for it in return.

I recommend doing the world a favor-stay in your room, sleep for another two hours, emerge with an attitude that people will want to see, not something to make them nauseous. Just a simple thought-i seem to have a lot of those lately ;-)

Cheers,

The Ice King