Strawberrydrink, Fellow Flies and other WTFness..

So, while I was in the military, I met up with a girl on Xanga called, "strawberrydrink."  A sergeant had just gone off on me about my hair, which I should have cut off.  I have bad hair.  Anyway, strawberrydrink added to the stress I was feeling.  I lashed out.

I was talking to this guy, and it was one of strawberrydrink's friends.  He kept spewing all this garbage at me about how I was oppressed and could only go into the army, and he was a "speshal" speller like me, too.  He claimed he was above the common rules of spelling.

Special.

Okay.  I've had problems with others like him in those "gifted programs."  Take a class on character.  I got to hear all about it from them.  They were the destined on earth.  They wouldn't leave me alone after I went off on them.

So young, so little accomplished.

I said something like, "You don't appreciate the military, the people who died."  That was said to me.  My hair again...

Of course, the girl who I lashed out at had a few fallen, and she corrected me and said I needed to watch out. 

Good luck with me.  I will find many a gutter to lay in.

Strawberrydrink said I didn't agree with her feelings of her love of socialism.  I didn't say that.  I didn't know what socialism was.

 I left her a song.  She was confused and went away, but she turned me into some gossiper news, and bad things happened--especially with New Jersey.  I was giving Putin advice...  I was talking to the screen.  Those damn, little icons got fiery, especially after the picture. 

There is no love.

Back then, I was especially weird because I wasn't socialized properly, and I've been ignored my entire life when not being abused for the most part.  I do things. I don't think it matters because I figure people care so little about me.

My ex was like, "You have got to meet people." That's how the blog started.  I'm not even going to get into these days.  As I've said many times before, I fly to the top with the other bugs looking at the light.


I'm greedy about my desert island these days.  I like being alone, left alone.