Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Wellity, wellity, wellity…
The dinner sucked my nuts. I hate smarmy people who have lots of money and don’t give a shit about anyone, but themselves. I hate people who think that they are higher class then me and in turn act like it at every opportunity. I hate people who shove into me and knock me to the side as though they don’t even notice me standing there. Our annual dinner was full of people who have more money than class. And for that, I drank my free wine and bolted before they even served the main course. Fucking assholes.
Some day, when I have lots of money, I am going to make sure that I am nothing but sweet and INTERESTED in WHO other people are, regardless of their ethnicity, culture, or economical status. I am going to introduce myself to people that seem like they have something to say. I am never going to stand around and silently judge everyone else. I am fond of having a big and sensitive heart and I am not going to let the amount of money I have get in the way of my kindness. I am not going to be condescending and rude in order to make myself feel more important. I will rely on my own achievements to exemplify my character. I am not going to treat other people the way that I hate being treated. Take your chicken dinner and shove it up your ass.
I think the moment that pissed me off the most was when one of my own co-workers snubbed me at the reception. I walked up to her to congratulate her on a job well done and in the middle of my compliment, she turned her back to me and walked away. It’s not as though she had someone or somewhere to walk to either. She just walked away. GOD. In the real world, this woman would get her face beat in. She is a leach, always trying to tag along with people who “matter” in order to make herself look and feel important. But when you have Rosacea on your face and you wear a read suit…let’s just say that it’s best that you don’t snub anyone, especially those that help you out (on a daily basis) in the workplace. Doris, you suck my dick.
I don’t know why I had such a problem with last night. During the event I remained very positive, laughing with Ari and a few others, joking about how I possess “no class” when I go to galas of any kind. I paid little to no attention to those around me and shoved my face with as many hor'doerves as possible. But when it came time for the main course, I found myself looking around at a room of people that could have cared less whether I showed up or not. I found myself supporting something that was based soley on financial status. And I didn’t like it one bit. I turned to Ari and told her I was leaving. I was bored and I was annoyed. I can’t stand rich people who don’t have an ounce of respect inside their fickle bodies.
I have had rich friends before and I have never felt as though I am any less of a person for the amount of money or social status I possess. Frankly, I feel better being who I am because I know I am real and that what comes out of my mouth is based on kindness and honesty. I don’t use people to my advantage and I don’t disrespect people because of who they are. My friends have always been the same way. But as I saw last night, it is a very naive world that I am living in. A world where celebrities and politicians are king. Those of you who are anything less better have a million dollars in your bank account or don’t even bother trying to open your mouth. You clearly have nothing interesting to say.
All in all I am glad that I went. I did get to eat some wonderful sushi and I downed at least 5 glasses of wine. The waiters were incredibly cute and I found myself trying to make eye contact and conversation with them at every moment. My boss paid for my cab home and Ari and I smoked a bowl before the whole thing went down. So there were good moments. It’s just that these moments were overshadowed by a room filled with a bunch of smarmy smarms.
Tonight I am off to Beige, one of the cities most respected gay bars. Brittany Spears and J. Timberlake have been known to frequent this place. But tonight I am going to have a drink with people who are in my league. I am going to scope out the other boys and be judged purely on my looks alone. That I can handle. My goal is to get at least one drink bought for me. Last time I was there, the fashion editor for Allure gave me his number. That was cool. Cept I don’t DO fashion editors. I do sports editors. You understand.
I feel so much better having bitched and moaned about all of the ridiculousness in the world. Now it’s time to go be with people just like me.
Ahhh…it feels good to go back to the real world.
BTW…the pants I wore fit perfectly. I worry for nothing. SLURP!
The dinner sucked my nuts. I hate smarmy people who have lots of money and don’t give a shit about anyone, but themselves. I hate people who think that they are higher class then me and in turn act like it at every opportunity. I hate people who shove into me and knock me to the side as though they don’t even notice me standing there. Our annual dinner was full of people who have more money than class. And for that, I drank my free wine and bolted before they even served the main course. Fucking assholes.
Some day, when I have lots of money, I am going to make sure that I am nothing but sweet and INTERESTED in WHO other people are, regardless of their ethnicity, culture, or economical status. I am going to introduce myself to people that seem like they have something to say. I am never going to stand around and silently judge everyone else. I am fond of having a big and sensitive heart and I am not going to let the amount of money I have get in the way of my kindness. I am not going to be condescending and rude in order to make myself feel more important. I will rely on my own achievements to exemplify my character. I am not going to treat other people the way that I hate being treated. Take your chicken dinner and shove it up your ass.
I think the moment that pissed me off the most was when one of my own co-workers snubbed me at the reception. I walked up to her to congratulate her on a job well done and in the middle of my compliment, she turned her back to me and walked away. It’s not as though she had someone or somewhere to walk to either. She just walked away. GOD. In the real world, this woman would get her face beat in. She is a leach, always trying to tag along with people who “matter” in order to make herself look and feel important. But when you have Rosacea on your face and you wear a read suit…let’s just say that it’s best that you don’t snub anyone, especially those that help you out (on a daily basis) in the workplace. Doris, you suck my dick.
I don’t know why I had such a problem with last night. During the event I remained very positive, laughing with Ari and a few others, joking about how I possess “no class” when I go to galas of any kind. I paid little to no attention to those around me and shoved my face with as many hor'doerves as possible. But when it came time for the main course, I found myself looking around at a room of people that could have cared less whether I showed up or not. I found myself supporting something that was based soley on financial status. And I didn’t like it one bit. I turned to Ari and told her I was leaving. I was bored and I was annoyed. I can’t stand rich people who don’t have an ounce of respect inside their fickle bodies.
I have had rich friends before and I have never felt as though I am any less of a person for the amount of money or social status I possess. Frankly, I feel better being who I am because I know I am real and that what comes out of my mouth is based on kindness and honesty. I don’t use people to my advantage and I don’t disrespect people because of who they are. My friends have always been the same way. But as I saw last night, it is a very naive world that I am living in. A world where celebrities and politicians are king. Those of you who are anything less better have a million dollars in your bank account or don’t even bother trying to open your mouth. You clearly have nothing interesting to say.
All in all I am glad that I went. I did get to eat some wonderful sushi and I downed at least 5 glasses of wine. The waiters were incredibly cute and I found myself trying to make eye contact and conversation with them at every moment. My boss paid for my cab home and Ari and I smoked a bowl before the whole thing went down. So there were good moments. It’s just that these moments were overshadowed by a room filled with a bunch of smarmy smarms.
Tonight I am off to Beige, one of the cities most respected gay bars. Brittany Spears and J. Timberlake have been known to frequent this place. But tonight I am going to have a drink with people who are in my league. I am going to scope out the other boys and be judged purely on my looks alone. That I can handle. My goal is to get at least one drink bought for me. Last time I was there, the fashion editor for Allure gave me his number. That was cool. Cept I don’t DO fashion editors. I do sports editors. You understand.
I feel so much better having bitched and moaned about all of the ridiculousness in the world. Now it’s time to go be with people just like me.
Ahhh…it feels good to go back to the real world.
BTW…the pants I wore fit perfectly. I worry for nothing. SLURP!
