I have problems but I love me

In the past few days I've heard from multiple people that multiple people think I'm... what was it?
High Maintenance.


So I did a bit of googling, because I know that it's not a positive thing to be called. This is what I found:


1. Needs lots of time

2. Needs lots of effort

3. Are very fussy and particular

4. Are difficult and troublesome

5. Are annoying

6. Have high expectations of her partner or date

7. Will be quick to reject a person if those expectations are not met

8. Hard to please, not easily impressed

9. Takes forever to get ready

10. Something all but the most patient and tolerant men should avoid like the plague.”


And then I found:


1. If your purse holds more than 5 lbs of ESSENTIALS . . .

2. If you own more than 50 pairs of shoes . . .

3. If your make-up case is a double-decker toolbox from Sears . . .

4. If a small family could live in your closet . . .

5. If more than 3 items in your closet still have price tags . . .

6. If your jewelry box used to be a high-boy chest . . .

7. If you have more underwear than you can wear in 3 months . . .

8. If a weekend trip takes more than 1 piece of luggage . . .

9. If you spend more on hair products than groceries . . .

10. If your dry-cleaning bill is more than your car payment . . .

11. If you have a weekly Botox appointment . . .

12. If you’re still making payments on your last plastic surgery . . . 


Now, I know exactly the individuals who think I'm high maintenance. Now let me clear something up, the only things I am guilty of on those 2 lists are
Being annoying
Taking forever to get ready (but only to an event)


Thing is, even if I was high maintenance, I can maintain myself. I've never needed a guy to get me make up, to go shopping with me, to buy me nice things, or wait around while I get ready. I go shopping only in the summer, which would be evident from the amount of holes in my clothes. 
Even IF I was high maintenance, it would not affect anyone but me. I've never chosen anyone based on money or looks (unless you look like the elephant man, then I might be a bit put off).
So I'm gonna say- fuck you. I'm not high maintenance. In fact, I'm pretty low maintenance. I'm quite content with everything.


Now while I'm on the topic of choosing people, someone I was talking to awhile ago said something that rather bothered me, but since it wasn't his main point, I ignored it.
And you know exactly who you are, you who said this.
"you weren't interested in guys like me. course you weren't. **** sorta proved that"
This bothered me. You know why? Because I don't go for people depending on their overall "essence". If I don't like Z's friend, doesn't mean I can't like Z. (Z being a random person). 
You see people, I don't have a type I go for. I don't even have standards. I can't say my dream person is so and so, or that I usually go for guys that are so and so.
If I like someone, I like them because of they way they are. Sometimes they're a dick, sometimes they're the shyest kid I know, but they're all real. 


Anyway, my little rant is over.
Nightnight.

Dividing this

All right, so I always have this urge to post beautiful pictures I find. But I know some people don't really care about them, so I came up with a solution:
TUMBLR.

This, blogspot, is for longer, more thoughtful segments of my mind.

BACKSTABBER EXTRACTS is obviously the Backstabber Extracts.

FORMSPRING is for questions.

TUMBLR is for pictures that are and are not taken by me.

DEVIANTART is for my photography.

So if you are bored, or just want to look at stuff, there you go.
Something for everyone, I guess. :)

Let's blow this shit up

I have a huge boulder in my past. It's this gigantic piece of rock, just stuck there in the middle of the road.

Some might say its what most defines me.

Then there's little stones and pebbles scattered around it.

I think we've all got one. It's that some thing that has the potential to fuck us up for the rest of our lives, if we let it. It's what we see when we're 5 minutes from really ODing on heroin.

It's what we think of when in a situation even closely resembling that. And we shit ourselves. 

But I can't move that piece of shit, and it's too big for me to climb over. I can't just sit here and wait for millions of years of decay to do its work, I gotta do something. I'm going to blow this motherfucker up into a billion pieces. Then I can pick them all up and set them in a basket, and leave them on the road one piece by piece exactly where I want them.

If I can just find some TNT, or any other explosive, I could get this damn thing out of my way.

BTW, I got new hairs.

FOUR

I want to call it the fourth episode of the Backstabber Extracts. It makes me feel more indie and cool.
But the 4th segment is up anyway:
www.backstabberextracts.blogspot.com

Horns of the Altar

Horns of the Altar is a collaboration book planned by myself and the honourable Tyne Muilerman.

It is truly a revolutionary piece of literature, written from the perspective of humans who have not been enslaved by the devil himself, also known as "God".

Many have praised it as a true revelation, and thank the authors for guiding them away from the harmful path of Satan and into the intellectual light, back into the sanity of humanity.

Finally the cryptic issue of violence following those of faith has been solved, as well as the strange behaviour they are overcome by when attending their sacred rituals. No longer is rape and paedophilia among those of faith trivial; greed and jealousy now have an origin. Those of faith are simply possessed by that which they fear, the devil. We must steer away from any religion, of any cult devoting themselves to a supreme being other than themselves and their families and friends.

Rid yourself of the devil.

And get our book.