You know, I’m going to babble a minute before I get right to the point of this post.  Okay, here goes. lol not much babbling.

Is it wrong for me to hate memories on Facebook? I don’t mean my memories, I mean every fucking body else’s! lol Yes, I said! No one fucking cares about your fucking staycation, vacation, or whatever cation your  bitch ass took. Ya, I’m in a RIPE-ASS Mood! It’s 6:47 AM, I have been up since about 4:45 AM and now it’s about to fucking storm. So, I’ll probably lose my internet and won’t be able to rant about you people and your fucking wonderful memories that make me so fucking sick! No one cares where you went, who you were with, and/or how fucking great it was.

Ya, I do nothing, can you tell? I have no wonderful memories. Hell, I cannot even remember fun things from when I was a kid.  What are good memories. I have memories of one thing that was the best thing in my life. But other than that pfft…

Anyway, I just wanted to say that your memories make me sick. I wish you didn’t share them and ya, what the fuck ever!