december is the monday of months. it’s a time of force – forced interactions, forced smiles, forced commercialism. it’s a time of darkness – introspection brought on by the shortening of days and the rainy season.

how easily things get fucktified.

frankly, the “scene” in birmingham is pissing me off. how easily people believe lies they are fed, more easily in interpersonal affairs than in politics. people are so busy living their lives in order to wank each others egos that they forget that real people exist in these shells. there is enough self-righteousness in this town for the whole fucking world, and i want no part in it. as soon as you motherfuckers start actually caring about each other (and the world around you) more than scene points, let me know. until then, keep the fuck out.

how easy it is for me to point fingers when someone is caught in a crystal clear web of lies.

on a similarly-related topic, self declared “hipsters” usually aren’t.