I know a few men who will see me on Facebook offhandedly saying I don’t understand something and then JUMP to explain it to me in my DMs, 1) as if I don’t have Google, and 2) as if I care.
I don’t need to understand everything, especially sports. I do not care how the Eagles won the game last night. And no one is rewarding me with orgasms or snacks for pretending I care, soooo I’m not gonna. Run along.
Left to my own devices, I chose to spend my Sunday watching A Long Way Down (about four people who meet while attempting suicide, and I would, too, if I’d been in that awful movie) and Silver Linings Playbook (about an Eagles fan who was in a mental institution, which…you know, makes sense).
I feel as though I should be a little more concerned about how I spend my leisure time.
Oh, and last night I watched Secretary, about a girl who trades the release of cutting herself for the release of having James Spader spank her ass.
Hey, you people subscribe to my thoughts. So who’s the REAL weird one?
Smug Singleton 