Remind me to stop reading things on the Internet

I was having such a nice, relaxing, productive day until I decided to ruin it by signing on Facebook. As many of you, I like to veg my brain out by stimming (read: stalking) on FB. Usually it's filled with utter nonsense and cute, whimsical photos of horrible expressions ("Changed my mind") but today, as we all know, Tosh Oh is under attack.


For being a comic.


By a lady who has never heard of "this Tosh Oh or Dane Cook or whatever." Seriously? I highly DOUBT that, lady. 


Do you know how IMPOSSIBLE it would be slash EXPENSIVE to get tickets to get into such an act? I know. Because I'd WANT to go and can't waste my money on such frivolity this summer. 


Anyway, this biznatch was offended by a joke that was NEARLY said about rape (I believe oh Daniel said "I'm about to tell you a very funny joke regarding rape" and the lady was like "Oh, no you didn't!" and so then, he made a joke AT HER EXPENSE. Or something like that) So of COURSE all these "feminist" college student idiots are shvitzing and writing (ahem) blogs about how "rape is NOT funny". Really? No shit. 


And yadda yadda yadda. So my point is...I don't remember. That I get overly fucking excited about bullshit?  Yea I guess that's it. But...

And also...this is humorous...I got into a little tiff with Andy the other night on the way to Costco and he was like, "You know, there was a hallmark card thing on Facebook today that is so  you. It's really mean tho. Never mind." So I'm furious and want to punch him. Then he tells me it's this:

Duh! That IS me. It's not MEAN. I wholeheartedly accept that I'm awful yet I'm awesome too so it makes up for it.