Promiscuous Reader?

"Pff..."

So far, most of what I've written has been meaningful and generally expressing love/lack of/sadness. But right now, something has angered me, and I believe it should be rightfully abused.

So, there's this girl I know, a bit older than me, but about half my size. I totally don't have anything against her height though. But, everything else about her, just shits me.

She gives herself a name "Promiscuous Reader," yeah, why? I'm pretty sure reading books and being promiscuous aren't all that related and it's kind of strange... So, to top it off, she has this average display picture of her. Reading a book. Why?

I just don't seem to be able to grasp the concept that someone would want to express to the whole world that she loved reading sooo much that she even reads while taking photos. Sure, I read books and things, I also take photos, but not at the same time!

So, I contemplated this for a little while, and I guess I can see that she might want to show her real self through her picture, just so people knew she enjoyed reading, just incase her email wasn't obvious enough. But, if she's adding people, who know she is, then why show them a picture they've seen in real life a million times?

So, apart from being completely ridiculously anoying, this girl sits proudly on her high horse, with her nicely combed hair and applies some lipstick, while taking a photo and reading her god damned book. I'd like to point out, however, that this horse is actually an overweight pony, who's hair is thinning and eyes are bulging and blodshot, and her hair is washed by sunsilk, not some expensive perfecting hair shampooer, sunsilk, so the only reason her hair remains disgustingly perfect, is because she doesn't do anything to mess it up. Also, her lipstick is obscenely thick and dark and makes her look like a minature prostitute (note: lack of using "baby prostitute" - fear of quoting mean girls), her photo is amoung millions of her unflatteringly "being herself", one of which she chooses to represent herself to the entire world via facebook, and her book is about a bazillion years thick.

So, as you can imagine, I'm not particularly fond of this incolent bitch. She's not funny, I can't relate to her, she's hardly down to earth, and she can make you feel small and nothingly, despite her lack of height. Sure, I laugh at her, fairly frequently, and veiw her profile occasionally just to giggle at her posts and status updates and the comments on them, and laugh aggressively at how useless and stupid I deem them to be. But, It's usually a somewhat healthy release of heald back emotion, much healthier than the suggested "beat up you're pillow" or even worse "talk to you're pillow."

It is now time for me to shower, but also to appologise for a worthless blog with absolutely no content except the wisp of entertainment value that my raging, in the form of rapid keyboard clicks, has possibly given you. Next time I'll be sure to write something heart wrenching, or tear jerking or even, god forbid, philosophical, or not write at all. Because I know how much more interesting the failing events of my life are for the general public. Much love, mare.